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"You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book." | Katharine Hilbery | feeling." "Perhaps," said Katharine indifferently.<|quote|>"You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book."</|quote|>So speaking, she went across | a good deal of literary feeling." "Perhaps," said Katharine indifferently.<|quote|>"You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book."</|quote|>So speaking, she went across to his bookshelves and began | 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," said Katharine indifferently.<|quote|>"You ve been neglecting my education lately, by ... | 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 to say." "Cassan... | 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 exasperating sense of his own impo... | 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 illustrated qui... | 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, and went on w... | the 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 remai... | Night And Day |
So speaking, she went across to his bookshelves and began looking in a desultory way among his books. Anything, she thought, was better than bickering or the strange silence which drove home to her the distance between them. As she pulled one book forward and then another she thought ironically of her own certainty not... | No speaker | Let me choose a book."<|quote|>So speaking, she went across to his bookshelves and began looking in a desultory way among his books. Anything, she thought, was better than bickering or the strange silence which drove home to her the distance between them. As she pulled one book forward and then another she thought iron... | wish you d read something. Let me choose a book."<|quote|>So speaking, she went across to his bookshelves and began looking in a desultory way among his books. Anything, she thought, was better than bickering or the strange silence which drove home to her the distance between them. As she pulled one book forward and th... | 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," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book."<|quote|>So speaking, she went acro... | 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." "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... | 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 the engaging, whimsical Cassandra; Kathar... | 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 illustrated quite beyond doubt the infinite loneliness of human beings. She had never felt the truth of this so strongly befor... | 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. "Style, you know, is what we tend to neglect" "; but he was far more consci... | 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 looked away into the fire; it seemed to her that even physically they were now scarcely within speaking dis... | Night And Day |
"Swift," | Katharine Hilbery | of the daughters of women.<|quote|>"Swift,"</|quote|>she said, at last, taking | simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women.<|quote|>"Swift,"</|quote|>she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard | where they stood, what they felt, or whether William loved her or not. More and more the condition of Mary s mind seemed to her wonderful and enviable if, indeed, it could be quite as she figured it if, indeed, simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women.<|quote|>"Swift,"</|quote|>she said, at last, taking... | drove home to her the distance between them. As she pulled one book forward and then another she thought ironically of her own certainty not an hour ago; how it had vanished in a moment, how she was merely marking time as best she could, not knowing in the least where they stood, what they felt, or whether William love... | 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," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I w... | 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 bad or of what was good in him. H... | made it impossible to break off without animosity, largely and completely. Infinitely preferable was Mary s state, she thought, where there was a simple thing to do and one did it. In fact, she could not help supposing that some littleness of nature had a part in all the refinements, reserves, and subtleties of feeling... | 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 illustrated quite beyond doubt the infinite loneliness of human beings. She had never ... | Night And Day |
she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. | No speaker | the daughters of women. "Swift,"<|quote|>she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least.</|quote|>"Let us have some Swift." | existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift,"<|quote|>she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least.</|quote|>"Let us have some Swift." Rodney took the book, held | they stood, what they felt, or whether William loved her or not. More and more the condition of Mary s mind seemed to her wonderful and enviable if, indeed, it could be quite as she figured it if, indeed, simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift,"<|quote|>she said, at last, taking out a volume a... | home to her the distance between them. As she pulled one book forward and then another she thought ironically of her own certainty not an hour ago; how it had vanished in a moment, how she was merely marking time as best she could, not knowing in the least where they stood, what they felt, or whether William loved her ... | 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," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish... | 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 bad or of what was good in him. Her... | it impossible to break off without animosity, largely and completely. Infinitely preferable was Mary s state, she thought, where there was a simple thing to do and one did it. In fact, she could not help supposing that some littleness of nature had a part in all the refinements, reserves, and subtleties of feeling for ... | 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 was disconce... | Night And Day |
"Let us have some Swift." | Katharine Hilbery | settle this question at least.<|quote|>"Let us have some Swift."</|quote|>Rodney took the book, held | a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least.<|quote|>"Let us have some Swift."</|quote|>Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, | condition of Mary s mind seemed to her wonderful and enviable if, indeed, it could be quite as she figured it if, indeed, simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift," she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least.<|quote|>"Let us have some Swift."</|quote|>Ro... | she thought ironically of her own certainty not an hour ago; how it had vanished in a moment, how she was merely marking time as best she could, not knowing in the least where they stood, what they felt, or whether William loved her or not. More and more the condition of Mary s mind seemed to her wonderful and enviable... | 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," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book." So speaking, she went acro... | 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.... | she thought, where there was a simple thing to do and one did it. In fact, she could not help supposing 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... | 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 in whose reality she could... | Night And Day |
Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore a queer expression of deliberation, as if he were weighing one thing with another, and would not say anything until his mind were made up. Katharine, taking her chair beside him, noted his silence and l... | No speaker | "Let us have some Swift."<|quote|>Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore a queer expression of deliberation, as if he were weighing one thing with another, and would not say anything until his mind were made up. Katharine, taking her chair b... | settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift."<|quote|>Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore a queer expression of deliberation, as if he were weighing one thing with another, and would not say anything until his mind were made up... | seemed to her wonderful and enviable if, indeed, it could be quite as she figured it if, indeed, simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift," she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift."<|quote|>Rodney took the book, held it in fro... | own certainty not an hour ago; how it had vanished in a moment, how she was merely marking time as best she could, not knowing in the least where they stood, what they felt, or whether William loved her or not. More and more the condition of Mary s mind seemed to her wonderful and enviable if, indeed, it could be quite... | or badly written," Katharine remarked. "I m not so sure about that. I should say she has a good deal of literary feeling." "Perhaps," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book." So speaking, she went across to his bookshelves... | 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. The carelessness of her attit... | a simple thing to do and one did it. In fact, she could not help supposing 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 str... | 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 in whose reality she could believe, save those abstract ideas figures, laws, s... | Night And Day |
"I think it s a little odd, don t you?" | William Rodney | next. At last William spoke.<|quote|>"I think it s a little odd, don t you?"</|quote|>he said, in a voice | what was going to happen next. At last William spoke.<|quote|>"I think it s a little odd, don t you?"</|quote|>he said, in a voice of detached reflection. "Most people, | assurance of his affection was, perhaps, uppermost in her mind. Peevishness, complaints, exacting cross-examination she was used to, but this attitude of composed quiet, which seemed to come from the consciousness of power within, puzzled her. She did not know what was going to happen next. At last William spoke.<|quot... | weighing one thing with another, and would not say anything until his mind were made up. Katharine, taking her chair beside him, noted his silence and looked at him with sudden apprehension. What she hoped or feared, she could not have said; a most irrational and indefensible desire for some assurance of his affection ... | what they felt, or whether William loved her or not. More and more the condition of Mary s mind seemed to her wonderful and enviable if, indeed, it could be quite as she figured it if, indeed, simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift," she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settl... | 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 to say." "Cassandra won t know if it s... | 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 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, al... | 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. "I m not in the mood for it for some reason. I can t say... | Night And Day |
he said, in a voice of detached reflection. | No speaker | little odd, don t you?"<|quote|>he said, in a voice of detached reflection.</|quote|>"Most people, I mean, would | "I think it s a little odd, don t you?"<|quote|>he said, in a voice of detached reflection.</|quote|>"Most people, I mean, would be seriously upset if their | Peevishness, complaints, exacting cross-examination she was used to, but this attitude of composed quiet, which seemed to come from the consciousness of power within, puzzled her. She did not know what was going to happen next. At last William spoke. "I think it s a little odd, don t you?"<|quote|>he said, in a voice o... | until his mind were made up. Katharine, taking her chair beside him, noted his silence and looked at him with sudden apprehension. What she hoped or feared, she could not have said; a most irrational and indefensible desire for some assurance of his affection was, perhaps, uppermost in her mind. Peevishness, complaints... | More and more the condition of Mary s mind seemed to her wonderful and enviable if, indeed, it could be quite as she figured it if, indeed, simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift," she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift." R... | 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." "Cassandra won t know if it s well written or badly written," Katharine remarked. "I m ... | 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 were those one res... | 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 any more to-night," he said. "I m not in ... | Night And Day |
"Most people, I mean, would be seriously upset if their marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?" | William Rodney | a voice of detached reflection.<|quote|>"Most people, I mean, would be seriously upset if their marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?"</|quote|>She looked at him and | t you?" he said, in a voice of detached reflection.<|quote|>"Most people, I mean, would be seriously upset if their marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?"</|quote|>She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as | but this attitude of composed quiet, which seemed to come from the consciousness of power within, puzzled her. She did not know what was going to happen next. At last William spoke. "I think it s a little odd, don t you?" he said, in a voice of detached reflection.<|quote|>"Most people, I mean, would be seriously upset... | her chair beside him, noted his silence and looked at him with sudden apprehension. What she hoped or feared, she could not have said; a most irrational and indefensible desire for some assurance of his affection was, perhaps, uppermost in her mind. Peevishness, complaints, exacting cross-examination she was used to, b... | mind seemed to her wonderful and enviable if, indeed, it could be quite as she figured it if, indeed, simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift," she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift." Rodney took the book, held it in front ... | 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." "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... | 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 to, dumbly, in the face of a stranger. T... | strange silence which drove home to her the distance between them. As she pulled one book forward and then another she thought ironically of her own certainty not an hour ago; how it had vanished in a moment, how she was merely marking time as best she could, not knowing in the least where they stood, what they felt, o... | Night And Day |
She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. | No speaker | do you account for that?"<|quote|>She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion.</|quote|>"I attribute it," he went | we aren t; now how do you account for that?"<|quote|>She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion.</|quote|>"I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her | William spoke. "I think it s a little odd, don t you?" he said, in a voice of detached reflection. "Most people, I mean, would be seriously upset if their marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?"<|quote|>She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one ho... | for some assurance of his affection was, perhaps, uppermost in her mind. Peevishness, complaints, exacting cross-examination she was used to, but this attitude of composed quiet, which seemed to come from the consciousness of power within, puzzled her. She did not know what was going to happen next. At last William spo... | she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift." Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore a queer expression of deliberation, as if he were weighing one thing with another, and wou... | 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," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish... | 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 distance, like a face seen talking to some one... | say she has a good deal of literary feeling." "Perhaps," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book." So speaking, she went across to his bookshelves and began looking in a desultory way among his books. Anything, she thought,... | Night And Day |
"I attribute it," | William Rodney | holding far aloof from emotion.<|quote|>"I attribute it,"</|quote|>he went on, without waiting | judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion.<|quote|>"I attribute it,"</|quote|>he went on, without waiting for her to answer, "to | of detached reflection. "Most people, I mean, would be seriously upset if their marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?" She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion.<|quote|>"I attribute it,"</|quote|>he went on, withou... | was used to, but this attitude of composed quiet, which seemed to come from the consciousness of power within, puzzled her. She did not know what was going to happen next. At last William spoke. "I think it s a little odd, don t you?" he said, in a voice of detached reflection. "Most people, I mean, would be seriously ... | us have some Swift." Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore a queer expression of deliberation, as if he were weighing one thing with another, and would not say anything until his mind were made up. Katharine, taking her chair beside him, no... | 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," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book." So speaking, she went across ... | 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, but could not bring herse... | as she figured it if, indeed, simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift," she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift." Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His fac... | Night And Day |
he went on, without waiting for her to answer, | No speaker | from emotion. "I attribute it,"<|quote|>he went on, without waiting for her to answer,</|quote|>"to the fact that neither | of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it,"<|quote|>he went on, without waiting for her to answer,</|quote|>"to the fact that neither of us is in the | "Most people, I mean, would be seriously upset if their marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?" She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it,"<|quote|>he went on, without waiting for her to answer,</|qu... | but this attitude of composed quiet, which seemed to come from the consciousness of power within, puzzled her. She did not know what was going to happen next. At last William spoke. "I think it s a little odd, don t you?" he said, in a voice of detached reflection. "Most people, I mean, would be seriously upset if thei... | Swift." Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore a queer expression of deliberation, as if he were weighing one thing with another, and would not say anything until his mind were made up. Katharine, taking her chair beside him, noted his silen... | 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," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book." So speaking, she went across to his boo... | 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, but could not bring herself to ask him for s... | 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. "Have you finished your lett... | Night And Day |
"to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I m inclined to think there s more in it than that. There s something temperamental. I think you re a trifle cold, and I suspect I m a trifle self-absorbed. If that were so... | William Rodney | waiting for her to answer,<|quote|>"to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I m inclined to think there s more in it than that. There s something temperamental. I think you re a trifle cold, and I suspect I m a tr... | it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer,<|quote|>"to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I m inclined to think there s more in it than that. There s something temperamental. I think you re a trifle col... | their marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?" She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer,<|quote|>"to the fact that neither of us is in the least romant... | come from the consciousness of power within, puzzled her. She did not know what was going to happen next. At last William spoke. "I think it s a little odd, don t you?" he said, in a voice of detached reflection. "Most people, I mean, would be seriously upset if their marriage was put off for six months or so. But we a... | of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore a queer expression of deliberation, as if he were weighing one thing with another, and would not say anything until his mind were made up. Katharine, taking her chair beside him, noted his silence and looked at him with sudden apprehension. ... | so sure about that. I should say she has a good deal of literary feeling." "Perhaps," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book." So speaking, she went across to his bookshelves and began looking in a desultory way among his ... | 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 had no right 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 later, as if, when her train of thought was ended, she became aware ... | Night And Day |
"I ve kept the letters, and I ll go through them to-morrow; but I m certain we re on the safe side." | Katharine Hilbery | committed ourselves to that house?"<|quote|>"I ve kept the letters, and I ll go through them to-morrow; but I m certain we re on the safe side."</|quote|>"Thanks. As to the psychological | re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that house?"<|quote|>"I ve kept the letters, and I ll go through them to-morrow; but I m certain we re on the safe side."</|quote|>"Thanks. As to the psychological problem," he continued, as if | other. I m not saying that the most satisfactory marriages aren t founded upon this sort of understanding. But certainly it struck me as odd this morning, when Wilson told me, how little upset I felt. By the way, you re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that house?"<|quote|>"I ve kept the letters, and I ll go thro... | but I m inclined to think there s more in it than that. There s something temperamental. I think you re a trifle cold, and I suspect I m a trifle self-absorbed. If that were so it goes a long way to explaining our odd lack of illusion about each other. I m not saying that the most satisfactory marriages aren t founded ... | odd, don t you?" he said, in a voice of detached reflection. "Most people, I mean, would be seriously upset if their marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?" She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it,... | loved her or not. More and more the condition of Mary s mind seemed to her wonderful and enviable if, indeed, it could be quite as she figured it if, indeed, simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift," she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us h... | 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... | 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," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book." So speaking, she went across to ... | Night And Day |
"Thanks. As to the psychological problem," | William Rodney | re on the safe side."<|quote|>"Thanks. As to the psychological problem,"</|quote|>he continued, as if the | but I m certain we re on the safe side."<|quote|>"Thanks. As to the psychological problem,"</|quote|>he continued, as if the question interested him in a | me as odd this morning, when Wilson told me, how little upset I felt. By the way, you re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that house?" "I ve kept the letters, and I ll go through them to-morrow; but I m certain we re on the safe side."<|quote|>"Thanks. As to the psychological problem,"</|quote|>he continued, as i... | trifle cold, and I suspect I m a trifle self-absorbed. If that were so it goes a long way to explaining our odd lack of illusion about each other. I m not saying that the most satisfactory marriages aren t founded upon this sort of understanding. But certainly it struck me as odd this morning, when Wilson told me, how ... | marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?" She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the o... | could be quite as she figured it if, indeed, simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift," she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift." Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said 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... | figured it if, indeed, simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift," she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift." Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore ... | Night And Day |
he continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way, | No speaker | As to the psychological problem,"<|quote|>he continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way,</|quote|>"there s no doubt, I | on the safe side." "Thanks. As to the psychological problem,"<|quote|>he continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way,</|quote|>"there s no doubt, I think, that either of us | Wilson told me, how little upset I felt. By the way, you re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that house?" "I ve kept the letters, and I ll go through them to-morrow; but I m certain we re on the safe side." "Thanks. As to the psychological problem,"<|quote|>he continued, as if the question interested him in a det... | m a trifle self-absorbed. If that were so it goes a long way to explaining our odd lack of illusion about each other. I m not saying that the most satisfactory marriages aren t founded upon this sort of understanding. But certainly it struck me as odd this morning, when Wilson told me, how little upset I felt. By the w... | months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?" She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no ... | it if, indeed, simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift," she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift." Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore a queer ... | 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 was disconcerted by what he saw. Katharine... | 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. "I m not so sure about that. I should say she has a good deal of literary feeling." "Perhaps," said Katharine indifferently. ... | Night And Day |
"there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." | William Rodney | him in a detached way,<|quote|>"there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case."</|quote|>It was, perhaps, the first | as if the question interested him in a detached way,<|quote|>"there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case."</|quote|>It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge | re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that house?" "I ve kept the letters, and I ll go through them to-morrow; but I m certain we re on the safe side." "Thanks. As to the psychological problem," he continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way,<|quote|>"there s no doubt, I think, that either of us ... | way to explaining our odd lack of illusion about each other. I m not saying that the most satisfactory marriages aren t founded upon this sort of understanding. But certainly it struck me as odd this morning, when Wilson told me, how little upset I felt. By the way, you re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that ho... | for that?" She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I... | women. "Swift," she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift." Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore a queer expression of deliberation, as if he were weighing one thing with ... | 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 bad or of what was good in hi... | at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift." Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore a queer expression of deliberation, as if he were weighing one thing with another, and would not say... | Night And Day |
It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such intimate discussions by a little laugh or turn of the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of ... | No speaker | doubt in my own case."<|quote|>It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such intimate discussions by a little laugh or turn of the conversation, as much... | at least, I ve little doubt in my own case."<|quote|>It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such intimate discussions by a little laugh or turn of the... | psychological problem," he continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way, "there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case."<|quote|>It was, perhaps, the first time in all he... | morning, when Wilson told me, how little upset I felt. By the way, you re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that house?" "I ve kept the letters, and I ll go through them to-morrow; but I m certain we re on the safe side." "Thanks. As to the psychological problem," he continued, as if the question interested him in... | of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I m inclined to think there s more in it than that. There s something temperamental. I think you re a trifle cold, and I suspect I m a trifle self-absorbed. If that were so it goes a long way to exp... | between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore a queer expression of deliberation, as if he were weighing one thing with another, and would not say anything until his mind were made up. Katharine, taking her chair beside him, noted his silence and looked at him with sudden apprehension. What she hoped or feared, sh... | 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 masculine than feminine. His impulse to ... | moment, how she was merely marking time as best she could, not knowing in the least where they stood, what they felt, or whether William loved her or not. More and more the condition of Mary s mind seemed to her wonderful and enviable if, indeed, it could be quite as she figured it if, indeed, simplicity existed for an... | Night And Day |
"What is this romance?" | Katharine Hilbery | certain problems of her own.<|quote|>"What is this romance?"</|quote|>she mused. "Ah, that s | light that they threw upon certain problems of her own.<|quote|>"What is this romance?"</|quote|>she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never | reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own.<|quote|>"What is this romance?"</|quote|>she mused. "Ah, that s ... | by a little laugh or turn of the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of the world, find such topics a little silly, or in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usu... | we re on the safe side." "Thanks. As to the psychological problem," he continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way, "there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It wa... | would be seriously upset if their marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?" She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is... | 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," Katharine remarked. "I m not so sure about that. I should say she has a good deal of literary ... | without waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I m inclined to think there s more in it than that. There s something temperamental. I think you re a trifle cold, and I suspect I m a tr... | Night And Day |
she mused. | No speaker | own. "What is this romance?"<|quote|>she mused.</|quote|>"Ah, that s the question. | upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?"<|quote|>she mused.</|quote|>"Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across | more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?"<|quote|>she mused.</|quote|>"Ah, that s the question. I ve nev... | or turn of the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of the world, find such topics a little silly, or in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease wa... | safe side." "Thanks. As to the psychological problem," he continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way, "there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, t... | if their marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?" She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic ab... | 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. "I m not so sure about that. I should say she has a good deal of literary feeling." "Perha... | reflection. "Most people, I mean, would be seriously upset if their marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?" She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer, ... | Night And Day |
"Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" | William Rodney | is this romance?" she mused.<|quote|>"Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones"</|quote|>he glanced in the direction | problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused.<|quote|>"Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones"</|quote|>he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s | ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused.<|quote|>"Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a ... | of the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of the world, find such topics a little silly, or in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more t... | "Thanks. As to the psychological problem," he continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way, "there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, the first tim... | marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?" She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the o... | "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. "I m not so sure about that. I should say she has a good deal of literary feeling." "Perhaps," said Kat... | and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I m inclined to think there s ... | Night And Day |
he glanced in the direction of his books. | No speaker | are some very good ones"<|quote|>he glanced in the direction of his books.</|quote|>"It s not altogether knowing | that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones"<|quote|>he glanced in the direction of his books.</|quote|>"It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it | at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones"<|quote|>he glanced in the direction of his b... | in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her t... | I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a stateme... | at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I m inclined to think t... | 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," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d re... | affection was, perhaps, uppermost in her mind. Peevishness, complaints, exacting cross-examination she was used to, but this attitude of composed quiet, which seemed to come from the consciousness of power within, puzzled her. She did not know what was going to happen next. At last William spoke. "I think it s a little... | Night And Day |
"It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," | Katharine Hilbery | the direction of his books.<|quote|>"It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance,"</|quote|>she hazarded. "Some authorities say | good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books.<|quote|>"It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance,"</|quote|>she hazarded. "Some authorities say it s a question of | too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books.<|quote|>"It s not altogether knowing the other pers... | something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon cert... | of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to... | of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I m inclined to think there s more in it than that. There s somethin... | 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," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a bo... | know what was going to happen next. At last William spoke. "I think it s a little odd, don t you?" he said, in a voice of detached reflection. "Most people, I mean, would be seriously upset if their marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?" She looked at him and observe... | Night And Day |
she hazarded. | No speaker | person, perhaps it s ignorance,"<|quote|>she hazarded.</|quote|>"Some authorities say it s | not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance,"<|quote|>she hazarded.</|quote|>"Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance | her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance,"<|quote|>she hazarded.</|quote|>"Some author... | For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the ques... | third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such intimate discussions by a little laugh or turn o... | on, without waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I m inclined to think there s more in it than that. There s something temperamental. I think you re a trifle cold, and I suspect I m ... | badly written," Katharine remarked. "I m not so sure about that. I should say she has a good deal of literary feeling." "Perhaps," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book." So speaking, she went across to his bookshelves an... | I think you re a trifle cold, and I suspect I m a trifle self-absorbed. If that were so it goes a long way to explaining our odd lack of illusion about each other. I m not saying that the most satisfactory marriages aren t founded upon this sort of understanding. But certainly it struck me as odd this morning, when Wil... | Night And Day |
"Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is" | William Rodney | it s ignorance," she hazarded.<|quote|>"Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is"</|quote|>"Possibly, in the case of | knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded.<|quote|>"Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is"</|quote|>"Possibly, in the case of art. But in the case | "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded.<|quote|>"Some authorities say it s a q... | reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I v... | at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such intimate discussions by a little laugh or turn of the convers... | waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I m inclined to think there s more in it than that. There s something temperamental. I think you re a trifle cold, and I suspect I m a trifle sel... | Katharine remarked. "I m not so sure about that. I should say she has a good deal of literary feeling." "Perhaps," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book." So speaking, she went across to his bookshelves and began looking ... | beside him, noted his silence and looked at him with sudden apprehension. What she hoped or feared, she could not have said; a most irrational and indefensible desire for some assurance of his affection was, perhaps, uppermost in her mind. Peevishness, complaints, exacting cross-examination she was used to, but this at... | Night And Day |
"Possibly, in the case of art. But in the case of people it may be" | Katharine Hilbery | romance in literature, that is"<|quote|>"Possibly, in the case of art. But in the case of people it may be"</|quote|>she hesitated. "Have you no | s a question of distance romance in literature, that is"<|quote|>"Possibly, in the case of art. But in the case of people it may be"</|quote|>she hesitated. "Have you no personal experience of it?" he | come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded. "Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is"<|quote|>"Possibly, in the ca... | was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are... | first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such intimate discussions by a little laugh or turn of the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of the world, find such ... | the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I m inclined to think there s more in it than that. There s something temperamental. I think you re a trifle cold, and I suspect I m a trifle self-absorbed. If that were so it goes a long way to explaining our ... | a good deal of literary feeling." "Perhaps," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book." So speaking, she went across to his bookshelves and began looking in a desultory way among his books. Anything, she thought, was better ... | for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such ... | Night And Day |
she hesitated. | No speaker | of people it may be"<|quote|>she hesitated.</|quote|>"Have you no personal experience | art. But in the case of people it may be"<|quote|>she hesitated.</|quote|>"Have you no personal experience of it?" he asked, letting | glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded. "Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is" "Possibly, in the case of art. But in the case of people it may be"<|quote|>she hesitated.</|quote|>"Have you no ... | the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s... | deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such intimate discussions by a little laugh or turn of the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of the world, find such topics a little silly, or in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something ... | known each other so long; but I m inclined to think there s more in it than that. There s something temperamental. I think you re a trifle cold, and I suspect I m a trifle self-absorbed. If that were so it goes a long way to explaining our odd lack of illusion about each other. I m not saying that the most satisfactory... | education lately, by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book." So speaking, she went across to his bookshelves and began looking in a desultory way among his books. Anything, she thought, was better than bickering or the strange silence which drove home to her the distance between them. As she pulled... | way, "there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign o... | Night And Day |
"Have you no personal experience of it?" | William Rodney | it may be" she hesitated.<|quote|>"Have you no personal experience of it?"</|quote|>he asked, letting his eyes | in the case of people it may be" she hesitated.<|quote|>"Have you no personal experience of it?"</|quote|>he asked, letting his eyes rest upon her swiftly for | the direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded. "Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is" "Possibly, in the case of art. But in the case of people it may be" she hesitated.<|quote|>"Have you no personal experience ... | though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altoge... | without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such intimate discussions by a little laugh or turn of the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of the world, find such topics a little silly, or in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, inte... | other so long; but I m inclined to think there s more in it than that. There s something temperamental. I think you re a trifle cold, and I suspect I m a trifle self-absorbed. If that were so it goes a long way to explaining our odd lack of illusion about each other. I m not saying that the most satisfactory marriages ... | by the way. I wish you d read something. Let me choose a book." So speaking, she went across to his bookshelves and began looking in a desultory way among his books. Anything, she thought, was better than bickering or the strange silence which drove home to her the distance between them. As she pulled one book forward ... | go through them to-morrow; but I m certain we re on the safe side." "Thanks. As to the psychological problem," he continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way, "there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at leas... | Night And Day |
he asked, letting his eyes rest upon her swiftly for a moment. | No speaker | no personal experience of it?"<|quote|>he asked, letting his eyes rest upon her swiftly for a moment.</|quote|>"I believe it s influenced | be" she hesitated. "Have you no personal experience of it?"<|quote|>he asked, letting his eyes rest upon her swiftly for a moment.</|quote|>"I believe it s influenced me enormously," she said, in | not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded. "Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is" "Possibly, in the case of art. But in the case of people it may be" she hesitated. "Have you no personal experience of it?"<|quote|>he asked, letting his eyes... | for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ... | of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such intimate discussions by a little laugh or turn of the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of the world, find such topics a little silly, or in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to ... | to think there s more in it than that. There s something temperamental. I think you re a trifle cold, and I suspect I m a trifle self-absorbed. If that were so it goes a long way to explaining our odd lack of illusion about each other. I m not saying that the most satisfactory marriages aren t founded upon this sort of... | read something. Let me choose a book." So speaking, she went across to his bookshelves and began looking in a desultory way among his books. Anything, she thought, was better than bickering or the strange silence which drove home to her the distance between them. As she pulled one book forward and then another she thou... | to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I m inclined to think there s more in it than that. There s something temperamental. I think you re a trifle cold, and I suspect I m a trifle self-absorbed. If t... | Night And Day |
"I believe it s influenced me enormously," | Katharine Hilbery | her swiftly for a moment.<|quote|>"I believe it s influenced me enormously,"</|quote|>she said, in the tone | letting his eyes rest upon her swiftly for a moment.<|quote|>"I believe it s influenced me enormously,"</|quote|>she said, in the tone of one absorbed by the | "Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is" "Possibly, in the case of art. But in the case of people it may be" she hesitated. "Have you no personal experience of it?" he asked, letting his eyes rest upon her swiftly for a moment.<|quote|>"I believe it s influenced me enormously,"<... | "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded. "Some authorities say it s a question ... | by a little laugh or turn of the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of the world, find such topics a little silly, or in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usu... | temperamental. I think you re a trifle cold, and I suspect I m a trifle self-absorbed. If that were so it goes a long way to explaining our odd lack of illusion about each other. I m not saying that the most satisfactory marriages aren t founded upon this sort of understanding. But certainly it struck me as odd this mo... | to his bookshelves and began looking in a desultory way among his books. Anything, she thought, was better than bickering or the strange silence which drove home to her the distance between them. As she pulled one book forward and then another she thought ironically of her own certainty not an hour ago; how it had vani... | time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such intimate discussions by a little laugh or turn of the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of the world, find such topics... | Night And Day |
she said, in the tone of one absorbed by the possibilities of some view just presented to them; | No speaker | it s influenced me enormously,"<|quote|>she said, in the tone of one absorbed by the possibilities of some view just presented to them;</|quote|>"but in my life there | for a moment. "I believe it s influenced me enormously,"<|quote|>she said, in the tone of one absorbed by the possibilities of some view just presented to them;</|quote|>"but in my life there s so little scope for | of distance romance in literature, that is" "Possibly, in the case of art. But in the case of people it may be" she hesitated. "Have you no personal experience of it?" he asked, letting his eyes rest upon her swiftly for a moment. "I believe it s influenced me enormously,"<|quote|>she said, in the tone of one absorbed ... | that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded. "Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that ... | the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of the world, find such topics a little silly, or in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ... | cold, and I suspect I m a trifle self-absorbed. If that were so it goes a long way to explaining our odd lack of illusion about each other. I m not saying that the most satisfactory marriages aren t founded upon this sort of understanding. But certainly it struck me as odd this morning, when Wilson told me, how little ... | a desultory way among his books. Anything, she thought, was better than bickering or the strange silence which drove home to her the distance between them. As she pulled one book forward and then another she thought ironically of her own certainty not an hour ago; how it had vanished in a moment, how she was merely mar... | happen next. At last William spoke. "I think it s a little odd, don t you?" he said, in a voice of detached reflection. "Most people, I mean, would be seriously upset if their marriage was put off for six months or so. But we aren t; now how do you account for that?" She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude... | Night And Day |
"but in my life there s so little scope for it," | Katharine Hilbery | view just presented to them;<|quote|>"but in my life there s so little scope for it,"</|quote|>she added. She reviewed her | by the possibilities of some view just presented to them;<|quote|>"but in my life there s so little scope for it,"</|quote|>she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands | people it may be" she hesitated. "Have you no personal experience of it?" he asked, letting his eyes rest upon her swiftly for a moment. "I believe it s influenced me enormously," she said, in the tone of one absorbed by the possibilities of some view just presented to them;<|quote|>"but in my life there s so little sc... | very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded. "Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is" "Possibly, in the case of art. But in the case of people it may be" she hesitated. "Have you n... | little silly, or in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks... | to explaining our odd lack of illusion about each other. I m not saying that the most satisfactory marriages aren t founded upon this sort of understanding. But certainly it struck me as odd this morning, when Wilson told me, how little upset I felt. By the way, you re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that house?... | drove home to her the distance between them. As she pulled one book forward and then another she thought ironically of her own certainty not an hour ago; how it had vanished in a moment, how she was merely marking time as best she could, not knowing in the least where they stood, what they felt, or whether William love... | holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I m inclined to think there s more in it than that. There s something tempe... | Night And Day |
she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it in music, but not in words; no, ne... | No speaker | so little scope for it,"<|quote|>she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it i... | in my life there s so little scope for it,"<|quote|>she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it... | of it?" he asked, letting his eyes rest upon her swiftly for a moment. "I believe it s influenced me enormously," she said, in the tone of one absorbed by the possibilities of some view just presented to them; "but in my life there s so little scope for it,"<|quote|>she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual... | "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded. "Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is" "Possibly, in the case of art. But in the case of people it may be" she hesitated. "Have you no personal experience of it?" he asked, letting his eyes r... | something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon cert... | m not saying that the most satisfactory marriages aren t founded upon this sort of understanding. But certainly it struck me as odd this morning, when Wilson told me, how little upset I felt. By the way, you re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that house?" "I ve kept the letters, and I ll go through them to-morro... | one book forward and then another she thought ironically of her own certainty not an hour ago; how it had vanished in a moment, how she was merely marking time as best she could, not knowing in the least where they stood, what they felt, or whether William loved her or not. More and more the condition of Mary s mind se... | time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such intimate discussions by a little laugh or turn of the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of the world, find such topics... | Night And Day |
"But isn t it curious," | William Rodney | desires so incoherent, so incommunicable.<|quote|>"But isn t it curious,"</|quote|>William resumed, "that you should | words. She sighed, teased by desires so incoherent, so incommunicable.<|quote|>"But isn t it curious,"</|quote|>William resumed, "that you should neither feel it for me, | a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it in music, but not in words; no, never in words. She sighed, teased by desires so incoherent, so incommunicable.<|quote|>"But isn t it curious,"</|quote|>William resumed, ... | said, in the tone of one absorbed by the possibilities of some view just presented to them; "but in my life there s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn... | s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded. "Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is" "... | to the psychological problem," he continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way, "there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, the first time in all her... | quite as she figured it if, indeed, simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift," she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift." Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. H... | and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ve known each other so long; but I m inclined to think there s ... | Night And Day |
William resumed, | No speaker | "But isn t it curious,"<|quote|>William resumed,</|quote|>"that you should neither feel | desires so incoherent, so incommunicable. "But isn t it curious,"<|quote|>William resumed,</|quote|>"that you should neither feel it for me, nor I | her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it in music, but not in words; no, never in words. She sighed, teased by desires so incoherent, so incommunicable. "But isn t it curious,"<|quote|>William resumed,</|quote|>"that you should neither fe... | one absorbed by the possibilities of some view just presented to them; "but in my life there s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It... | never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded. "Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is" "Possibly, in the case... | continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way, "there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine h... | if, indeed, simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift," she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift." Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore a queer exp... | illusion about each other. I m not saying that the most satisfactory marriages aren t founded upon this sort of understanding. But certainly it struck me as odd this morning, when Wilson told me, how little upset I felt. By the way, you re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that house?" "I ve kept the letters, and ... | Night And Day |
"that you should neither feel it for me, nor I for you?" | William Rodney | t it curious," William resumed,<|quote|>"that you should neither feel it for me, nor I for you?"</|quote|>Katharine agreed that it was | incoherent, so incommunicable. "But isn t it curious," William resumed,<|quote|>"that you should neither feel it for me, nor I for you?"</|quote|>Katharine agreed that it was curious very; but even more | wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it in music, but not in words; no, never in words. She sighed, teased by desires so incoherent, so incommunicable. "But isn t it curious," William resumed,<|quote|>"that you should neither feel it for me, nor I f... | by the possibilities of some view just presented to them; "but in my life there s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire... | across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded. "Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is" "Possibly, in the case of art. Bu... | if the question interested him in a detached way, "there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known Willi... | simplicity existed for any one of the daughters of women. "Swift," she said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift." Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore a queer expression of d... | we aren t; now how do you account for that?" She looked at him and observed his judicial attitude as of one holding far aloof from emotion. "I attribute it," he went on, without waiting for her to answer, "to the fact that neither of us is in the least romantic about the other. That may be partly, no doubt, because we ... | Night And Day |
Katharine agreed that it was curious very; but even more curious to her was the fact that she was discussing the question with William. It revealed possibilities which opened a prospect of a new relationship altogether. Somehow it seemed to her that he was helping her to understand what she had never understood; and in... | No speaker | me, nor I for you?"<|quote|>Katharine agreed that it was curious very; but even more curious to her was the fact that she was discussing the question with William. It revealed possibilities which opened a prospect of a new relationship altogether. Somehow it seemed to her that he was helping her to understand what she ... | should neither feel it for me, nor I for you?"<|quote|>Katharine agreed that it was curious very; but even more curious to her was the fact that she was discussing the question with William. It revealed possibilities which opened a prospect of a new relationship altogether. Somehow it seemed to her that he was helping ... | she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it in music, but not in words; no, never in words. She sighed, teased by desires so incoherent, so incommunicable. "But isn t it curious," William resumed, "that you should neither feel it for me, nor I for you?"<|quote|>Katharine agreed that it was curious very; but ev... | my life there s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, h... | ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded. "Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is" "Possibly, in the case of art. But in the case of people it may be" she hesitated. "Have you no personal... | doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a ... | said, at last, taking out a volume at haphazard to settle this question at least. "Let us have some Swift." Rodney took the book, held it in front of him, inserted one finger between the pages, but said nothing. His face wore a queer expression of deliberation, as if he were weighing one thing with another, and would n... | ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though ther... | Night And Day |
"I think you might be very happy with some one you loved in that way," | Katharine Hilbery | him she was without romance.<|quote|>"I think you might be very happy with some one you loved in that way,"</|quote|>she said. "You assume that | to be subdued, that for him she was without romance.<|quote|>"I think you might be very happy with some one you loved in that way,"</|quote|>she said. "You assume that romance survives a closer knowledge | Somehow it seemed to her that he was helping her to understand what she had never understood; and in her gratitude she was conscious of a most sisterly desire to help him, too sisterly, save for one pang, not quite to be subdued, that for him she was without romance.<|quote|>"I think you might be very happy with some o... | William resumed, "that you should neither feel it for me, nor I for you?" Katharine agreed that it was curious very; but even more curious to her was the fact that she was discussing the question with William. It revealed possibilities which opened a prospect of a new relationship altogether. Somehow it seemed to her t... | one absorbed by the possibilities of some view just presented to them; "but in my life there s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It... | say that men, or men of the world, find such topics a little silly, or in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not s... | or feared, she could not have said; a most irrational and indefensible desire for some assurance of his affection was, perhaps, uppermost in her mind. Peevishness, complaints, exacting cross-examination she was used to, but this attitude of composed quiet, which seemed to come from the consciousness of power within, pu... | obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light t... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | you loved in that way,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"You assume that romance survives | very happy with some one you loved in that way,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"You assume that romance survives a closer knowledge of the | never understood; and in her gratitude she was conscious of a most sisterly desire to help him, too sisterly, save for one pang, not quite to be subdued, that for him she was without romance. "I think you might be very happy with some one you loved in that way,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"You assume that romance survi... | agreed that it was curious very; but even more curious to her was the fact that she was discussing the question with William. It revealed possibilities which opened a prospect of a new relationship altogether. Somehow it seemed to her that he was helping her to understand what she had never understood; and in her grati... | life there s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear... | in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her t... | assurance of his affection was, perhaps, uppermost in her mind. Peevishness, complaints, exacting cross-examination she was used to, but this attitude of composed quiet, which seemed to come from the consciousness of power within, puzzled her. She did not know what was going to happen next. At last William spoke. "I th... | you re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that house?" "I ve kept the letters, and I ll go through them to-morrow; but I m certain we re on the safe side." "Thanks. As to the psychological problem," he continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way, "there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is c... | Night And Day |
"You assume that romance survives a closer knowledge of the person one loves?" | William Rodney | in that way," she said.<|quote|>"You assume that romance survives a closer knowledge of the person one loves?"</|quote|>He asked the question formally, | with some one you loved in that way," she said.<|quote|>"You assume that romance survives a closer knowledge of the person one loves?"</|quote|>He asked the question formally, to protect himself from the | and in her gratitude she was conscious of a most sisterly desire to help him, too sisterly, save for one pang, not quite to be subdued, that for him she was without romance. "I think you might be very happy with some one you loved in that way," she said.<|quote|>"You assume that romance survives a closer knowledge of t... | it was curious very; but even more curious to her was the fact that she was discussing the question with William. It revealed possibilities which opened a prospect of a new relationship altogether. Somehow it seemed to her that he was helping her to understand what she had never understood; and in her gratitude she was... | s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it in musi... | taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for ... | his affection was, perhaps, uppermost in her mind. Peevishness, complaints, exacting cross-examination she was used to, but this attitude of composed quiet, which seemed to come from the consciousness of power within, puzzled her. She did not know what was going to happen next. At last William spoke. "I think it s a li... | direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded. "Some authorities say it s a question of distance romance in literature, that is" "Possibly, in the case of art. But in the case of people it may be" she hesitated. "Have you no personal experience of it?" he a... | Night And Day |
He asked the question formally, to protect himself from the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead l... | No speaker | of the person one loves?"<|quote|>He asked the question formally, to protect himself from the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without sham... | romance survives a closer knowledge of the person one loves?"<|quote|>He asked the question formally, to protect himself from the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which ... | help him, too sisterly, save for one pang, not quite to be subdued, that for him she was without romance. "I think you might be very happy with some one you loved in that way," she said. "You assume that romance survives a closer knowledge of the person one loves?"<|quote|>He asked the question formally, to protect him... | that she was discussing the question with William. It revealed possibilities which opened a prospect of a new relationship altogether. Somehow it seemed to her that he was helping her to understand what she had never understood; and in her gratitude she was conscious of a most sisterly desire to help him, too sisterly,... | the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it in music, but not in words; no, never in words. She sighed, teased by desi... | the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mu... | was used to, but this attitude of composed quiet, which seemed to come from the consciousness of power within, puzzled her. She did not know what was going to happen next. At last William spoke. "I think it s a little odd, don t you?" he said, in a voice of detached reflection. "Most people, I mean, would be seriously ... | the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of the world, find such topics a little silly, or in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ... | Night And Day |
"I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," | Katharine Hilbery | he loved in that way.<|quote|>"I don t see why it shouldn t last with you,"</|quote|>she resumed. "I can imagine | very happy with some one he loved in that way.<|quote|>"I don t see why it shouldn t last with you,"</|quote|>she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" | example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way.<|quote|>"I don t see why it shouldn t last with you,"</|... | hurt her, which had urged him to begin, had completely left him, and he felt that it was only Katharine now who could help him to be sure. He must take his time. There were so many things that he could not say without the greatest difficulty that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain s... | said. "You assume that romance survives a closer knowledge of the person one loves?" He asked the question formally, to protect himself from the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as th... | there s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it i... | lack of illusion about each other. I m not saying that the most satisfactory marriages aren t founded upon this sort of understanding. But certainly it struck me as odd this morning, when Wilson told me, how little upset I felt. By the way, you re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that house?" "I ve kept the lette... | never understood; and in her gratitude she was conscious of a most sisterly desire to help him, too sisterly, save for one pang, not quite to be subdued, that for him she was without romance. "I think you might be very happy with some one you loved in that way," she said. "You assume that romance survives a closer know... | Night And Day |
she resumed. | No speaker | shouldn t last with you,"<|quote|>she resumed.</|quote|>"I can imagine a certain | don t see why it shouldn t last with you,"<|quote|>she resumed.</|quote|>"I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; | spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you,"<|quote|>she resumed.</|quote|>"I can imagine a certain sort of person" s... | him, and he felt that it was only Katharine now who could help him to be sure. He must take his time. There were so many things that he could not say without the greatest difficulty that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart... | person one loves?" He asked the question formally, to protect himself from the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the hea... | her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it in music, but not in words; no, never in words. She sighed... | the most satisfactory marriages aren t founded upon this sort of understanding. But certainly it struck me as odd this morning, when Wilson told me, how little upset I felt. By the way, you re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that house?" "I ve kept the letters, and I ll go through them to-morrow; but I m certain... | there s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it i... | Night And Day |
"I can imagine a certain sort of person" | Katharine Hilbery | last with you," she resumed.<|quote|>"I can imagine a certain sort of person"</|quote|>she paused; she was aware | see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed.<|quote|>"I can imagine a certain sort of person"</|quote|>she paused; she was aware that he was listening with | fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed.<|quote|>"I can imagine a certain sort of person"</|quote|>she pause... | he felt that it was only Katharine now who could help him to be sure. He must take his time. There were so many things that he could not say without the greatest difficulty that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the c... | loves?" He asked the question formally, to protect himself from the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among th... | task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it in music, but not in words; no, never in words. She sighed, teased b... | satisfactory marriages aren t founded upon this sort of understanding. But certainly it struck me as odd this morning, when Wilson told me, how little upset I felt. By the way, you re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that house?" "I ve kept the letters, and I ll go through them to-morrow; but I m certain we re on... | she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come ... | Night And Day |
she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly | No speaker | a certain sort of person"<|quote|>she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly</|quote|>"A person," she added, speaking | she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person"<|quote|>she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly</|quote|>"A person,"... | heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person"<|quote|>she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest ... | who could help him to be sure. He must take his time. There were so many things that he could not say without the greatest difficulty that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Kathari... | himself from the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him re... | sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it in music, but not in words; no, never in words. She sighed, teased by desires so incoherent, so incommunicable. "B... | of understanding. But certainly it struck me as odd this morning, when Wilson told me, how little upset I felt. By the way, you re sure we haven t committed ourselves to that house?" "I ve kept the letters, and I ll go through them to-morrow; but I m certain we re on the safe side." "Thanks. As to the psychological pro... | of it?" he asked, letting his eyes rest upon her swiftly for a moment. "I believe it s influenced me enormously," she said, in the tone of one absorbed by the possibilities of some view just presented to them; "but in my life there s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands... | Night And Day |
"A person," | Katharine Hilbery | it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly<|quote|>"A person,"</|quote|>she added, speaking in the | then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly<|quote|>"A person,"</|quote|>she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could | "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly<|quote|>"A person,"</|quote|>she added, s... | fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware ... | among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, which had urged him to begin, had completely left him, and he felt that it was only Katharin... | not in words; no, never in words. She sighed, teased by desires so incoherent, so incommunicable. "But isn t it curious," William resumed, "that you should neither feel it for me, nor I for you?" Katharine agreed that it was curious very; but even more curious to her was the fact that she was discussing the question wi... | go through them to-morrow; but I m certain we re on the safe side." "Thanks. As to the psychological problem," he continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way, "there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at leas... | should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of hi... | Night And Day |
she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, | No speaker | Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person,"<|quote|>she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command,</|quote|>"like Cassandra Otway, for instance. | woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person,"<|quote|>she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command,</|quote|>"like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting | imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person,"<|quote|>she added, speaking in the m... | surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was... | dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, which had urged him to begin, had completely left him, and he felt that it was only Katharine now who ... | words; no, never in words. She sighed, teased by desires so incoherent, so incommunicable. "But isn t it curious," William resumed, "that you should neither feel it for me, nor I for you?" Katharine agreed that it was curious very; but even more curious to her was the fact that she was discussing the question with Will... | them to-morrow; but I m certain we re on the safe side." "Thanks. As to the psychological problem," he continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way, "there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve lit... | exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, wh... | Night And Day |
"like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a person by herself." | Katharine Hilbery | matter-of-fact tone she could command,<|quote|>"like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a person by herself."</|quote|>"Those dreadful insects!" burst from | added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command,<|quote|>"like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a person by herself."</|quote|>"Those dread... | that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command,<|quote|>"like Cassandra O... | waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formal... | coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, which had urged him to begin, had completely left him, and he felt that it was only Katharine now who could help him to be sure. He must take his time. There were s... | incoherent, so incommunicable. "But isn t it curious," William resumed, "that you should neither feel it for me, nor I for you?" Katharine agreed that it was curious very; but even more curious to her was the fact that she was discussing the question with William. It revealed possibilities which opened a prospect of a ... | side." "Thanks. As to the psychological problem," he continued, as if the question interested him in a detached way, "there s no doubt, I think, that either of us is capable of feeling what, for reasons of simplicity, I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, the fi... | gratitude she was conscious of a most sisterly desire to help him, too sisterly, save for one pang, not quite to be subdued, that for him she was without romance. "I think you might be very happy with some one you loved in that way," she said. "You assume that romance survives a closer knowledge of the person one loves... | Night And Day |
"Those dreadful insects!" | William Rodney | character a person by herself."<|quote|>"Those dreadful insects!"</|quote|>burst from William, with a | mere cleverness. She is a character a person by herself."<|quote|>"Those dreadful insects!"</|quote|>burst from William, with a nervous laugh, and a little | person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a person by herself."<|quote|>"Those d... | can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most ... | felt that it was only Katharine now who could help him to be sure. He must take his time. There were so many things that he could not say without the greatest difficulty that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coal... | that she was discussing the question with William. It revealed possibilities which opened a prospect of a new relationship altogether. Somehow it seemed to her that he was helping her to understand what she had never understood; and in her gratitude she was conscious of a most sisterly desire to help him, too sisterly,... | I call romance for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such intimate discussions by a l... | you should neither feel it for me, nor I for you?" Katharine agreed that it was curious very; but even more curious to her was the fact that she was discussing the question with William. It revealed possibilities which opened a prospect of a new relationship altogether. Somehow it seemed to her that he was helping her ... | Night And Day |
burst from William, with a nervous laugh, and a little spasm went through him as Katharine noticed. It _was_ Cassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied, | No speaker | by herself." "Those dreadful insects!"<|quote|>burst from William, with a nervous laugh, and a little spasm went through him as Katharine noticed. It _was_ Cassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied,</|quote|>"You could insist that she | is a character a person by herself." "Those dreadful insects!"<|quote|>burst from William, with a nervous laugh, and a little spasm went through him as Katharine noticed. It _was_ Cassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied,</|quote|>"You could insist that she confined herself to to something | speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a person by herself." "Those dreadful insects!"<|quote|>bu... | certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact... | was only Katharine now who could help him to be sure. He must take his time. There were so many things that he could not say without the greatest difficulty that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited ... | discussing the question with William. It revealed possibilities which opened a prospect of a new relationship altogether. Somehow it seemed to her that he was helping her to understand what she had never understood; and in her gratitude she was conscious of a most sisterly desire to help him, too sisterly, save for one... | for a third person at least, I ve little doubt in my own case." It was, perhaps, the first time in all her knowledge of him that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such intimate discussions by a little laugh or ... | of it?" he asked, letting his eyes rest upon her swiftly for a moment. "I believe it s influenced me enormously," she said, in the tone of one absorbed by the possibilities of some view just presented to them; "but in my life there s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands... | Night And Day |
"You could insist that she confined herself to to something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm" | Katharine Hilbery | Automatically and dully she replied,<|quote|>"You could insist that she confined herself to to something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm"</|quote|>She ceased, as if defining | noticed. It _was_ Cassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied,<|quote|>"You could insist that she confined herself to to something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm"</|quote|>She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar ... | Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a person by herself." "Those dreadful insects!" burst from William, with a nervous laugh, and a little spasm went through him as Katharine noticed. It _was_ Cassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied,<|quote|>"You co... | an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I ... | without the greatest difficulty that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t ... | her to understand what she had never understood; and in her gratitude she was conscious of a most sisterly desire to help him, too sisterly, save for one pang, not quite to be subdued, that for him she was without romance. "I think you might be very happy with some one you loved in that way," she said. "You assume that... | that Katharine had known William enter thus deliberately and without sign of emotion upon a statement of his own feelings. He was wont to discourage such intimate discussions by a little laugh or turn of the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of the world, find such topics a little silly, or in doubtful t... | life there s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear... | Night And Day |
She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: | No speaker | she has a peculiar charm"<|quote|>She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out:</|quote|>"I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely | can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm"<|quote|>She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out:</|quote|>"I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When | little spasm went through him as Katharine noticed. It _was_ Cassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied, "You could insist that she confined herself to to something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm"<|quote|>She ceased, as if ... | "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a person by herself." "Those dreadful insects!" burst from William, with a nervous laugh, and a little spasm went thro... | waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formal... | subdued, that for him she was without romance. "I think you might be very happy with some one you loved in that way," she said. "You assume that romance survives a closer knowledge of the person one loves?" He asked the question formally, to protect himself from the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situa... | turn of the conversation, as much as to say that men, or men of the world, find such topics a little silly, or in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was m... | that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with y... | Night And Day |
"I thought her affectionate?" | William Rodney | s silence William jerked out:<|quote|>"I thought her affectionate?"</|quote|>"Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. | peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out:<|quote|>"I thought her affectionate?"</|quote|>"Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a | could insist that she confined herself to to something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out:<|quote|>"I thought her affectionate?"</|q... | Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a person by herself." "Those dreadful insects!" burst from William, with a nervous laugh, and a little spasm went through him as Katharine noticed. It _was_ Cassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied, "You could insist that... | one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some wom... | you loved in that way," she said. "You assume that romance survives a closer knowledge of the person one loves?" He asked the question formally, to protect himself from the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and dist... | topics a little silly, or in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. Hi... | that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sor... | Night And Day |
"Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another" | Katharine Hilbery | out: "I thought her affectionate?"<|quote|>"Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another"</|quote|>"Dear, dear, dear," William muttered. | moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?"<|quote|>"Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another"</|quote|>"Dear, dear, dear," William muttered. "And you have so much | confined herself to to something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?"<|quote|>"Extremely affectionate. ... | Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a person by herself." "Those dreadful insects!" burst from William, with a nervous laugh, and a little spasm went through him as Katharine noticed. It _was_ Cassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied, "You could insist that she confined he... | that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it ... | way," she said. "You assume that romance survives a closer knowledge of the person one loves?" He asked the question formally, to protect himself from the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition ... | or in doubtful taste. His obvious wish to explain something puzzled her, interested her, and neutralized the wound to her vanity. For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested he... | the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was ... | Night And Day |
"Dear, dear, dear," | William Rodney | in one mood or another"<|quote|>"Dear, dear, dear,"</|quote|>William muttered. "And you have | that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another"<|quote|>"Dear, dear, dear,"</|quote|>William muttered. "And you have so much in common." "My | doubt that she has a peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another"<|quote|>"Dear, dear, de... | William, with a nervous laugh, and a little spasm went through him as Katharine noticed. It _was_ Cassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied, "You could insist that she confined herself to to something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a pecul... | of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she cou... | to protect himself from the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence bro... | For some reason, too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the ques... | had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of... | Night And Day |
William muttered. | No speaker | or another" "Dear, dear, dear,"<|quote|>William muttered.</|quote|>"And you have so much | Francis always in one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear,"<|quote|>William muttered.</|quote|>"And you have so much in common." "My dear Katharine!" | has a peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear,"<|quote|>William mu... | nervous laugh, and a little spasm went through him as Katharine noticed. It _was_ Cassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied, "You could insist that she confined herself to to something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm" She c... | paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "li... | from the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He... | too, she felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never ... | from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she... | Night And Day |
"And you have so much in common." | Katharine Hilbery | "Dear, dear, dear," William muttered.<|quote|>"And you have so much in common."</|quote|>"My dear Katharine!" William exclaimed, | in one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear," William muttered.<|quote|>"And you have so much in common."</|quote|>"My dear Katharine!" William exclaimed, flinging himself back in his | peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear," William muttered.<|quote... | and a little spasm went through him as Katharine noticed. It _was_ Cassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied, "You could insist that she confined herself to to something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm" She ceased, as if de... | was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra... | sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was comi... | felt more at ease with him than usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come acro... | his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, which had urged him to begin, had completely left him, and he felt that it was only Katharine now who could help him to be sure. He must take his time. There were so many things that he could not say without the greatest difficulty that name, for example, Cassandra. ... | Night And Day |
"My dear Katharine!" | William Rodney | have so much in common."<|quote|>"My dear Katharine!"</|quote|>William exclaimed, flinging himself back | dear," William muttered. "And you have so much in common."<|quote|>"My dear Katharine!"</|quote|>William exclaimed, flinging himself back in his chair, and uprooting | to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear," William muttered. "And you have so much in common."<|quote|>"My dea... | as Katharine noticed. It _was_ Cassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied, "You could insist that she confined herself to to something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar char... | the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is th... | whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about ... | usual; or her ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied m... | coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, which had urged him to begin, had completely left him, and he felt that it was only Katharine now who could help him to be sure. He must take his time. There were s... | Night And Day |
William exclaimed, flinging himself back in his chair, and uprooting his eyes from the spot in the fire. | No speaker | in common." "My dear Katharine!"<|quote|>William exclaimed, flinging himself back in his chair, and uprooting his eyes from the spot in the fire.</|quote|>"I really don t know | "And you have so much in common." "My dear Katharine!"<|quote|>William exclaimed, flinging himself back in his chair, and uprooting his eyes from the spot in the fire.</|quote|>"I really don t know what we re talking about.... | peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear," William muttered. "And you have so much in common." "My dear Katharine!"<|quote|>Wi... | It _was_ Cassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied, "You could insist that she confined herself to to something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s si... | and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the... | the most careful management lest it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about his own desires hithert... | ease was more the ease of equality she could not stop to think of that at the moment though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though ther... | be very happy with some one you loved in that way," she said. "You assume that romance survives a closer knowledge of the person one loves?" He asked the question formally, to protect himself from the sort of personality which he dreaded. The whole situation needed the most careful management lest it should degenerate ... | Night And Day |
"I really don t know what we re talking about.... I assure you...." | William Rodney | the spot in the fire.<|quote|>"I really don t know what we re talking about.... I assure you...."</|quote|>He was covered with an | and uprooting his eyes from the spot in the fire.<|quote|>"I really don t know what we re talking about.... I assure you...."</|quote|>He was covered with an extreme confusion. He withdrew the | Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear," William muttered. "And you have so much in common." "My dear Katharine!" William exclaimed, flinging himself back in his chair, and uprooting his eyes from the spot in the fire.<|quote|>"I really don t know what ... | something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you th... | person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cl... | which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, which had urged him to begin, ha... | though. His remarks interested her too much for the light that they threw upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altoge... | He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his for... | Night And Day |
He was covered with an extreme confusion. He withdrew the finger that was still thrust between the pages of Gulliver, opened the book, and ran his eye down the list of chapters, as though he were about to select the one most suitable for reading aloud. As Katharine watched him, she was seized with preliminary symptoms ... | No speaker | talking about.... I assure you...."<|quote|>He was covered with an extreme confusion. He withdrew the finger that was still thrust between the pages of Gulliver, opened the book, and ran his eye down the list of chapters, as though he were about to select the one most suitable for reading aloud. As Katharine watched hi... | t know what we re talking about.... I assure you...."<|quote|>He was covered with an extreme confusion. He withdrew the finger that was still thrust between the pages of Gulliver, opened the book, and ran his eye down the list of chapters, as though he were about to select the one most suitable for reading aloud. As Ka... | one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear," William muttered. "And you have so much in common." "My dear Katharine!" William exclaimed, flinging himself back in his chair, and uprooting his eyes from the spot in the fire. "I really don t know what we re talking about.... I assure you...."<|quote|>He was covered with an ex... | there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another" "Dear, ... | she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a person by herself." "Those dreadful insects!"... | dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, which had urged him to begin, had completely left him, and he felt that it was only Katharine now who ... | upon certain problems of her own. "What is this romance?" she mused. "Ah, that s the question. I ve never come across a definition that satisfied me, though there are some very good ones" he glanced in the direction of his books. "It s not altogether knowing the other person, perhaps it s ignorance," she hazarded. "Som... | who could help him to be sure. He must take his time. There were so many things that he could not say without the greatest difficulty that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Kathari... | Night And Day |
"We re talking about things that interest us both very much," | Katharine Hilbery | be lost to them both.<|quote|>"We re talking about things that interest us both very much,"</|quote|>she said. "Shan t we | in all their lives would be lost to them both.<|quote|>"We re talking about things that interest us both very much,"</|quote|>she said. "Shan t we go on talking, and leave | seized with preliminary symptoms of his own panic. At the same time she was convinced that, should he find the right page, take out his spectacles, clear his throat, and open his lips, a chance that would never come again in all their lives would be lost to them both.<|quote|>"We re talking about things that interest u... | covered with an extreme confusion. He withdrew the finger that was still thrust between the pages of Gulliver, opened the book, and ran his eye down the list of chapters, as though he were about to select the one most suitable for reading aloud. As Katharine watched him, she was seized with preliminary symptoms of his ... | be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear... | high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening wit... | swiftly for a moment. "I believe it s influenced me enormously," she said, in the tone of one absorbed by the possibilities of some view just presented to them; "but in my life there s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accur... | other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, which had urged him to begin, had completely left him, and he felt that it was only Katharine now who could help him to be sure. He must take his time. There were so many things that he could not sa... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | interest us both very much,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Shan t we go on | re talking about things that interest us both very much,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Shan t we go on talking, and leave Swift for | time she was convinced that, should he find the right page, take out his spectacles, clear his throat, and open his lips, a chance that would never come again in all their lives would be lost to them both. "We re talking about things that interest us both very much,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Shan t we go on talking,... | still thrust between the pages of Gulliver, opened the book, and ran his eye down the list of chapters, as though he were about to select the one most suitable for reading aloud. As Katharine watched him, she was seized with preliminary symptoms of his own panic. At the same time she was convinced that, should he find ... | as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear," William muttered. "And you have so much in common." ... | suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was me... | she said, in the tone of one absorbed by the possibilities of some view just presented to them; "but in my life there s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance ... | she replied, "You could insist that she confined herself to to something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectio... | Night And Day |
"Shan t we go on talking, and leave Swift for another time? I don t feel in the mood for Swift, and it s a pity to read any one when that s the case particularly Swift." | Katharine Hilbery | both very much," she said.<|quote|>"Shan t we go on talking, and leave Swift for another time? I don t feel in the mood for Swift, and it s a pity to read any one when that s the case particularly Swift."</|quote|>The presence of wise literary | about things that interest us both very much," she said.<|quote|>"Shan t we go on talking, and leave Swift for another time? I don t feel in the mood for Swift, and it s a pity to read any one when that s the case particularly Swift."</|quote|>The presence of wise literary speculation, as she calculated, restored | was convinced that, should he find the right page, take out his spectacles, clear his throat, and open his lips, a chance that would never come again in all their lives would be lost to them both. "We re talking about things that interest us both very much," she said.<|quote|>"Shan t we go on talking, and leave Swift f... | between the pages of Gulliver, opened the book, and ran his eye down the list of chapters, as though he were about to select the one most suitable for reading aloud. As Katharine watched him, she was seized with preliminary symptoms of his own panic. At the same time she was convinced that, should he find the right pag... | defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear," William muttered. "And you have so much in common." "My de... | Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cove... | in the tone of one absorbed by the possibilities of some view just presented to them; "but in my life there s so little scope for it," she added. She reviewed her daily task, the perpetual demands upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _th... | noticed. It _was_ Cassandra then. Automatically and dully she replied, "You could insist that she confined herself to to something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a mo... | Night And Day |
The presence of wise literary speculation, as she calculated, restored William s confidence in his security, and he replaced the book in the bookcase, keeping his back turned to her as he did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming re... | No speaker | s the case particularly Swift."<|quote|>The presence of wise literary speculation, as she calculated, restored William s confidence in his security, and he replaced the book in the bookcase, keeping his back turned to her as he did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts together. But a sec... | read any one when that s the case particularly Swift."<|quote|>The presence of wise literary speculation, as she calculated, restored William s confidence in his security, and he replaced the book in the bookcase, keeping his back turned to her as he did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoug... | "We re talking about things that interest us both very much," she said. "Shan t we go on talking, and leave Swift for another time? I don t feel in the mood for Swift, and it s a pity to read any one when that s the case particularly Swift."<|quote|>The presence of wise literary speculation, as she calculated, restored... | seized with preliminary symptoms of his own panic. At the same time she was convinced that, should he find the right page, take out his spectacles, clear his throat, and open his lips, a chance that would never come again in all their lives would be lost to them both. "We re talking about things that interest us both v... | or another" "Dear, dear, dear," William muttered. "And you have so much in common." "My dear Katharine!" William exclaimed, flinging himself back in his chair, and uprooting his eyes from the spot in the fire. "I really don t know what we re talking about.... I assure you...." He was covered with an extreme confusion. ... | certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening with the greatest intentness, and that his formality was merely the cover for an extreme anxiety of some sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact... | upon her for good sense, self-control, and accuracy in a house containing a romantic mother. Ah, but her romance wasn t _that_ romance. It was a desire, an echo, a sound; she could drape it in color, see it in form, hear it in music, but not in words; no, never in words. She sighed, teased by desires so incoherent, so ... | in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a person by herself." "Those dreadful insects!" burst from William,... | Night And Day |
"I wish to do whatever you tell me to do," | William Rodney | and procure it for him.<|quote|>"I wish to do whatever you tell me to do,"</|quote|>he said. "I put myself | it was that he wanted, and procure it for him.<|quote|>"I wish to do whatever you tell me to do,"</|quote|>he said. "I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine." | with them." Her near presence, however, had a calming and reassuring effect upon his agitation, and he was conscious only of an implicit trust that, somehow, he was safe with her, that she would see him through, find out what it was that he wanted, and procure it for him.<|quote|>"I wish to do whatever you tell me to d... | the chair by Katharine s side. He had never felt anything like this before; he put himself entirely into her hands; he cast off all responsibility. He very nearly exclaimed aloud: "You ve stirred up all these odious and violent emotions, and now you must do the best you can with them." Her near presence, however, had a... | the bookcase, keeping his back turned to her as he did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never ... | in his chair, and uprooting his eyes from the spot in the fire. "I really don t know what we re talking about.... I assure you...." He was covered with an extreme confusion. He withdrew the finger that was still thrust between the pages of Gulliver, opened the book, and ran his eye down the list of chapters, as though ... | it should degenerate into some degrading and disturbing exhibition such as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of... | ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear," William muttered. "And you have so much in c... | Night And Day |
he said. | No speaker | you tell me to do,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I put myself entirely in | "I wish to do whatever you tell me to do,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine." "You must | reassuring effect upon his agitation, and he was conscious only of an implicit trust that, somehow, he was safe with her, that she would see him through, find out what it was that he wanted, and procure it for him. "I wish to do whatever you tell me to do,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I put myself entirely in your hands... | anything like this before; he put himself entirely into her hands; he cast off all responsibility. He very nearly exclaimed aloud: "You ve stirred up all these odious and violent emotions, and now you must do the best you can with them." Her near presence, however, had a calming and reassuring effect upon his agitation... | did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself... | in the fire. "I really don t know what we re talking about.... I assure you...." He was covered with an extreme confusion. He withdrew the finger that was still thrust between the pages of Gulliver, opened the book, and ran his eye down the list of chapters, as though he were about to select the one most suitable for r... | as the scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, which had urged hi... | she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one m... | Night And Day |
"I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine." | William Rodney | me to do," he said.<|quote|>"I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine."</|quote|>"You must try to tell | to do whatever you tell me to do," he said.<|quote|>"I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine."</|quote|>"You must try to tell me what you feel," she | upon his agitation, and he was conscious only of an implicit trust that, somehow, he was safe with her, that she would see him through, find out what it was that he wanted, and procure it for him. "I wish to do whatever you tell me to do," he said.<|quote|>"I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine."</|quote|>"You... | this before; he put himself entirely into her hands; he cast off all responsibility. He very nearly exclaimed aloud: "You ve stirred up all these odious and violent emotions, and now you must do the best you can with them." Her near presence, however, had a calming and reassuring effect upon his agitation, and he was c... | and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself as othe... | fire. "I really don t know what we re talking about.... I assure you...." He was covered with an extreme confusion. He withdrew the finger that was still thrust between the pages of Gulliver, opened the book, and ran his eye down the list of chapters, as though he were about to select the one most suitable for reading ... | scene, which he could never think of without shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, which had urged him to be... | peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear," William muttered. "And y... | Night And Day |
"You must try to tell me what you feel," | Katharine Hilbery | entirely in your hands, Katharine."<|quote|>"You must try to tell me what you feel,"</|quote|>she said. "My dear, I | he said. "I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine."<|quote|>"You must try to tell me what you feel,"</|quote|>she said. "My dear, I feel a thousand things every | of an implicit trust that, somehow, he was safe with her, that she would see him through, find out what it was that he wanted, and procure it for him. "I wish to do whatever you tell me to do," he said. "I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine."<|quote|>"You must try to tell me what you feel,"</|quote|>she said.... | hands; he cast off all responsibility. He very nearly exclaimed aloud: "You ve stirred up all these odious and violent emotions, and now you must do the best you can with them." Her near presence, however, had a calming and reassuring effect upon his agitation, and he was conscious only of an implicit trust that, someh... | his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself as other than he was wont to think him; he was afloat upon ... | re talking about.... I assure you...." He was covered with an extreme confusion. He withdrew the finger that was still thrust between the pages of Gulliver, opened the book, and ran his eye down the list of chapters, as though he were about to select the one most suitable for reading aloud. As Katharine watched him, sh... | shame, upon the heath among the dead leaves. And yet each sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, which had urged him to begin, had completely left him, and he felt tha... | you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear," William muttered. "And you have so much in common." "My dear Katharine!" William exclaimed, flinging himself back in his chair, and uprooting his eyes from the spot in the fire. "I really don t know what we re talking about.... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | tell me what you feel,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"My dear, I feel a | Katharine." "You must try to tell me what you feel,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I | with her, that she would see him through, find out what it was that he wanted, and procure it for him. "I wish to do whatever you tell me to do," he said. "I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine." "You must try to tell me what you feel,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"My dear, I feel a thousand things every second... | exclaimed aloud: "You ve stirred up all these odious and violent emotions, and now you must do the best you can with them." Her near presence, however, had a calming and reassuring effect upon his agitation, and he was conscious only of an implicit trust that, somehow, he was safe with her, that she would see him throu... | the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself as other than he was wont to think him; he was afloat upon a sea of unknown and tumultuous possibilities. He paced o... | with an extreme confusion. He withdrew the finger that was still thrust between the pages of Gulliver, opened the book, and ran his eye down the list of chapters, as though he were about to select the one most suitable for reading aloud. As Katharine watched him, she was seized with preliminary symptoms of his own pani... | yet each sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, which had urged him to begin, had completely left him, and he felt that it was only Katharine now who could help him to... | that, should he find the right page, take out his spectacles, clear his throat, and open his lips, a chance that would never come again in all their lives would be lost to them both. "We re talking about things that interest us both very much," she said. "Shan t we go on talking, and leave Swift for another time? I don... | Night And Day |
"My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" | William Rodney | what you feel," she said.<|quote|>"My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then"</|quote|>He broke off; he did | must try to tell me what you feel," she said.<|quote|>"My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then"</|quote|>He broke off; he did not tell her what had | that she would see him through, find out what it was that he wanted, and procure it for him. "I wish to do whatever you tell me to do," he said. "I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine." "You must try to tell me what you feel," she said.<|quote|>"My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m... | "You ve stirred up all these odious and violent emotions, and now you must do the best you can with them." Her near presence, however, had a calming and reassuring effect upon his agitation, and he was conscious only of an implicit trust that, somehow, he was safe with her, that she would see him through, find out what... | result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself as other than he was wont to think him; he was afloat upon a sea of unknown and tumultuous possibilities. He paced once up and do... | extreme confusion. He withdrew the finger that was still thrust between the pages of Gulliver, opened the book, and ran his eye down the list of chapters, as though he were about to select the one most suitable for reading aloud. As Katharine watched him, she was seized with preliminary symptoms of his own panic. At th... | sentence brought him relief. He was coming to understand something or other about his own desires hitherto undefined by him, the source of his difficulty with Katharine. The wish to hurt her, which had urged him to begin, had completely left him, and he felt that it was only Katharine now who could help him to be sure.... | their lives would be lost to them both. "We re talking about things that interest us both very much," she said. "Shan t we go on talking, and leave Swift for another time? I don t feel in the mood for Swift, and it s a pity to read any one when that s the case particularly Swift." The presence of wise literary speculat... | Night And Day |
He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. | No speaker | heath it was then then"<|quote|>He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then.</|quote|>"Your ghastly good sense, as | feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then"<|quote|>He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then.</|quote|>"Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for | do," he said. "I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine." "You must try to tell me what you feel," she said. "My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then"<|quote|>He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then.</|quote... | and reassuring effect upon his agitation, and he was conscious only of an implicit trust that, somehow, he was safe with her, that she would see him through, find out what it was that he wanted, and procure it for him. "I wish to do whatever you tell me to do," he said. "I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine."... | felt before; he was revealed to himself as other than he was wont to think him; he was afloat upon a sea of unknown and tumultuous possibilities. He paced once up and down the room, and then flung himself impetuously into the chair by Katharine s side. He had never felt anything like this before; he put himself entirel... | though he were about to select the one most suitable for reading aloud. As Katharine watched him, she was seized with preliminary symptoms of his own panic. At the same time she was convinced that, should he find the right page, take out his spectacles, clear his throat, and open his lips, a chance that would never com... | wish to hurt her, which had urged him to begin, had completely left him, and he felt that it was only Katharine now who could help him to be sure. He must take his time. There were so many things that he could not say without the greatest difficulty that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a c... | At the same time she was convinced that, should he find the right page, take out his spectacles, clear his throat, and open his lips, a chance that would never come again in all their lives would be lost to them both. "We re talking about things that interest us both very much," she said. "Shan t we go on talking, and ... | Night And Day |
"Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!" | William Rodney | her what had happened then.<|quote|>"Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "Isn t it | off; he did not tell her what had happened then.<|quote|>"Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "Isn t it the truth that you are, | must try to tell me what you feel," she said. "My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then.<|quote|>"Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what... | an implicit trust that, somehow, he was safe with her, that she would see him through, find out what it was that he wanted, and procure it for him. "I wish to do whatever you tell me to do," he said. "I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine." "You must try to tell me what you feel," she said. "My dear, I feel a ... | wont to think him; he was afloat upon a sea of unknown and tumultuous possibilities. He paced once up and down the room, and then flung himself impetuously into the chair by Katharine s side. He had never felt anything like this before; he put himself entirely into her hands; he cast off all responsibility. He very nea... | aloud. As Katharine watched him, she was seized with preliminary symptoms of his own panic. At the same time she was convinced that, should he find the right page, take out his spectacles, clear his throat, and open his lips, a chance that would never come again in all their lives would be lost to them both. "We re tal... | left him, and he felt that it was only Katharine now who could help him to be sure. He must take his time. There were so many things that he could not say without the greatest difficulty that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the ... | read any one when that s the case particularly Swift." The presence of wise literary speculation, as she calculated, restored William s confidence in his security, and he replaced the book in the bookcase, keeping his back turned to her as he did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts toge... | Night And Day |
he exclaimed. | No speaker | truth is, Heaven only knows!"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"Isn t it the truth | the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"Isn t it the truth that you are, or might | don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. "Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"Isn t it the truth that you are, or mi... | was that he wanted, and procure it for him. "I wish to do whatever you tell me to do," he said. "I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine." "You must try to tell me what you feel," she said. "My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was th... | down the room, and then flung himself impetuously into the chair by Katharine s side. He had never felt anything like this before; he put himself entirely into her hands; he cast off all responsibility. He very nearly exclaimed aloud: "You ve stirred up all these odious and violent emotions, and now you must do the bes... | was convinced that, should he find the right page, take out his spectacles, clear his throat, and open his lips, a chance that would never come again in all their lives would be lost to them both. "We re talking about things that interest us both very much," she said. "Shan t we go on talking, and leave Swift for anoth... | take his time. There were so many things that he could not say without the greatest difficulty that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he mi... | to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affectionate. She worships Henry. When you think what a house that is Uncle Francis always in one mood or another" "Dear, dear, dear," William muttered. "And you have so much in common." "My dear Kathar... | Night And Day |
"Isn t it the truth that you are, or might be, in love with Cassandra?" | Katharine Hilbery | Heaven only knows!" he exclaimed.<|quote|>"Isn t it the truth that you are, or might be, in love with Cassandra?"</|quote|>she said gently. William bowed | but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!" he exclaimed.<|quote|>"Isn t it the truth that you are, or might be, in love with Cassandra?"</|quote|>she said gently. William bowed his head. After a moment | know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. "Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!" he exclaimed.<|quote|>"Isn t it the truth that you are, or might be, in love... | he wanted, and procure it for him. "I wish to do whatever you tell me to do," he said. "I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine." "You must try to tell me what you feel," she said. "My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" ... | room, and then flung himself impetuously into the chair by Katharine s side. He had never felt anything like this before; he put himself entirely into her hands; he cast off all responsibility. He very nearly exclaimed aloud: "You ve stirred up all these odious and violent emotions, and now you must do the best you can... | that, should he find the right page, take out his spectacles, clear his throat, and open his lips, a chance that would never come again in all their lives would be lost to them both. "We re talking about things that interest us both very much," she said. "Shan t we go on talking, and leave Swift for another time? I don... | time. There were so many things that he could not say without the greatest difficulty that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be ve... | insist that she confined herself to to something else.... But she cares for music; I believe she writes poetry; and there can be no doubt that she has a peculiar charm" She ceased, as if defining to herself this peculiar charm. After a moment s silence William jerked out: "I thought her affectionate?" "Extremely affect... | Night And Day |
she said gently. William bowed his head. After a moment s silence he murmured: | No speaker | be, in love with Cassandra?"<|quote|>she said gently. William bowed his head. After a moment s silence he murmured:</|quote|>"I believe you re right, | that you are, or might be, in love with Cassandra?"<|quote|>she said gently. William bowed his head. After a moment s silence he murmured:</|quote|>"I believe you re right, Katharine." She sighed, involuntarily. She | then" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. "Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!" he exclaimed. "Isn t it the truth that you are, or might be, in love with Cassandra?"<|quote|>she said gently. William bowed his head. After a mo... | to do," he said. "I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine." "You must try to tell me what you feel," she said. "My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. "Your ghastl... | never felt anything like this before; he put himself entirely into her hands; he cast off all responsibility. He very nearly exclaimed aloud: "You ve stirred up all these odious and violent emotions, and now you must do the best you can with them." Her near presence, however, had a calming and reassuring effect upon hi... | open his lips, a chance that would never come again in all their lives would be lost to them both. "We re talking about things that interest us both very much," she said. "Shan t we go on talking, and leave Swift for another time? I don t feel in the mood for Swift, and it s a pity to read any one when that s the case ... | that name, for example, Cassandra. Nor could he move his eyes from a certain spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with y... | himself as other than he was wont to think him; he was afloat upon a sea of unknown and tumultuous possibilities. He paced once up and down the room, and then flung himself impetuously into the chair by Katharine s side. He had never felt anything like this before; he put himself entirely into her hands; he cast off al... | Night And Day |
"I believe you re right, Katharine." | William Rodney | moment s silence he murmured:<|quote|>"I believe you re right, Katharine."</|quote|>She sighed, involuntarily. She had | bowed his head. After a moment s silence he murmured:<|quote|>"I believe you re right, Katharine."</|quote|>She sighed, involuntarily. She had been hoping all this time, | ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!" he exclaimed. "Isn t it the truth that you are, or might be, in love with Cassandra?" she said gently. William bowed his head. After a moment s silence he murmured:<|quote|>"I believe you re right, Katharine."</|quo... | try to tell me what you feel," she said. "My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. "Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what the truth is... | cast off all responsibility. He very nearly exclaimed aloud: "You ve stirred up all these odious and violent emotions, and now you must do the best you can with them." Her near presence, however, had a calming and reassuring effect upon his agitation, and he was conscious only of an implicit trust that, somehow, he was... | would be lost to them both. "We re talking about things that interest us both very much," she said. "Shan t we go on talking, and leave Swift for another time? I don t feel in the mood for Swift, and it s a pity to read any one when that s the case particularly Swift." The presence of wise literary speculation, as she ... | spot, a fiery glen surrounded by high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she wa... | same time she was convinced that, should he find the right page, take out his spectacles, clear his throat, and open his lips, a chance that would never come again in all their lives would be lost to them both. "We re talking about things that interest us both very much," she said. "Shan t we go on talking, and leave S... | Night And Day |
She sighed, involuntarily. She had been hoping all this time, with an intensity that increased second by second against the current of her words, that it would not in the end come to this. After a moment of surprising anguish, she summoned her courage to tell him how she wished only that she might help him, and had fra... | No speaker | believe you re right, Katharine."<|quote|>She sighed, involuntarily. She had been hoping all this time, with an intensity that increased second by second against the current of her words, that it would not in the end come to this. After a moment of surprising anguish, she summoned her courage to tell him how she wished... | s silence he murmured: "I believe you re right, Katharine."<|quote|>She sighed, involuntarily. She had been hoping all this time, with an intensity that increased second by second against the current of her words, that it would not in the end come to this. After a moment of surprising anguish, she summoned her courage ... | convinced me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!" he exclaimed. "Isn t it the truth that you are, or might be, in love with Cassandra?" she said gently. William bowed his head. After a moment s silence he murmured: "I believe you re right, Katharine."<|quote|>She sighed, involuntarily. She had been... | feel," she said. "My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. "Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!" he... | nearly exclaimed aloud: "You ve stirred up all these odious and violent emotions, and now you must do the best you can with them." Her near presence, however, had a calming and reassuring effect upon his agitation, and he was conscious only of an implicit trust that, somehow, he was safe with her, that she would see hi... | "We re talking about things that interest us both very much," she said. "Shan t we go on talking, and leave Swift for another time? I don t feel in the mood for Swift, and it s a pity to read any one when that s the case particularly Swift." The presence of wise literary speculation, as she calculated, restored William... | high mountains, in the heart of the coals. He waited in suspense for Katharine to continue. She had said that he might be very happy with some one he loved in that way. "I don t see why it shouldn t last with you," she resumed. "I can imagine a certain sort of person" she paused; she was aware that he was listening wit... | he did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to hims... | Night And Day |
"Katharine, I worship you," | William Rodney | condition, sounded upon the door.<|quote|>"Katharine, I worship you,"</|quote|>he urged, half in a | to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the door.<|quote|>"Katharine, I worship you,"</|quote|>he urged, half in a whisper. "Yes," she replied, withdrawing | come to this. After a moment of surprising anguish, she summoned her courage to tell him how she wished only that she might help him, and had framed the first words of her speech when a knock, terrific and startling to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the door.<|quote|>"Katharine, I worship you,"</|q... | said gently. William bowed his head. After a moment s silence he murmured: "I believe you re right, Katharine." She sighed, involuntarily. She had been hoping all this time, with an intensity that increased second by second against the current of her words, that it would not in the end come to this. After a moment of s... | do," he said. "I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine." "You must try to tell me what you feel," she said. "My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. "Your ghastly g... | he did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to hims... | sort. There was some person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She ... | He was covered with an extreme confusion. He withdrew the finger that was still thrust between the pages of Gulliver, opened the book, and ran his eye down the list of chapters, as though he were about to select the one most suitable for reading aloud. As Katharine watched him, she was seized with preliminary symptoms ... | Night And Day |
he urged, half in a whisper. | No speaker | door. "Katharine, I worship you,"<|quote|>he urged, half in a whisper.</|quote|>"Yes," she replied, withdrawing with | overwrought condition, sounded upon the door. "Katharine, I worship you,"<|quote|>he urged, half in a whisper.</|quote|>"Yes," she replied, withdrawing with a little shiver, "but you | a moment of surprising anguish, she summoned her courage to tell him how she wished only that she might help him, and had framed the first words of her speech when a knock, terrific and startling to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the door. "Katharine, I worship you,"<|quote|>he urged, half in a whi... | his head. After a moment s silence he murmured: "I believe you re right, Katharine." She sighed, involuntarily. She had been hoping all this time, with an intensity that increased second by second against the current of her words, that it would not in the end come to this. After a moment of surprising anguish, she summ... | put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine." "You must try to tell me what you feel," she said. "My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. "Your ghastly good sense, as usu... | taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself as other th... | person then some woman who could it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cl... | through, find out what it was that he wanted, and procure it for him. "I wish to do whatever you tell me to do," he said. "I put myself entirely in your hands, Katharine." "You must try to tell me what you feel," she said. "My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That aftern... | Night And Day |
"Yes," | Katharine Hilbery | urged, half in a whisper.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>she replied, withdrawing with a | "Katharine, I worship you," he urged, half in a whisper.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>she replied, withdrawing with a little shiver, "but you must | summoned her courage to tell him how she wished only that she might help him, and had framed the first words of her speech when a knock, terrific and startling to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the door. "Katharine, I worship you," he urged, half in a whisper.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>she replied, w... | silence he murmured: "I believe you re right, Katharine." She sighed, involuntarily. She had been hoping all this time, with an intensity that increased second by second against the current of her words, that it would not in the end come to this. After a moment of surprising anguish, she summoned her courage to tell hi... | Katharine." "You must try to tell me what you feel," she said. "My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. "Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment... | summon his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself as other than he was wont to think him; he was afloa... | it be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a pe... | turned to her as he did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was... | Night And Day |
she replied, withdrawing with a little shiver, | No speaker | half in a whisper. "Yes,"<|quote|>she replied, withdrawing with a little shiver,</|quote|>"but you must open the | I worship you," he urged, half in a whisper. "Yes,"<|quote|>she replied, withdrawing with a little shiver,</|quote|>"but you must open the door." CHAPTER XXIII When Ralph | her courage to tell him how she wished only that she might help him, and had framed the first words of her speech when a knock, terrific and startling to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the door. "Katharine, I worship you," he urged, half in a whisper. "Yes,"<|quote|>she replied, withdrawing with a ... | he murmured: "I believe you re right, Katharine." She sighed, involuntarily. She had been hoping all this time, with an intensity that increased second by second against the current of her words, that it would not in the end come to this. After a moment of surprising anguish, she summoned her courage to tell him how sh... | "You must try to tell me what you feel," she said. "My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. "Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what th... | his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself as other than he was wont to think him; he was afloat upon ... | be? Cassandra? Ah, possibly "A person," she added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a perso... | a pity to read any one when that s the case particularly Swift." The presence of wise literary speculation, as she calculated, restored William s confidence in his security, and he replaced the book in the bookcase, keeping his back turned to her as he did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his tho... | Night And Day |
"but you must open the door." | Katharine Hilbery | withdrawing with a little shiver,<|quote|>"but you must open the door."</|quote|>CHAPTER XXIII When Ralph Denham | a whisper. "Yes," she replied, withdrawing with a little shiver,<|quote|>"but you must open the door."</|quote|>CHAPTER XXIII When Ralph Denham entered the room and saw | wished only that she might help him, and had framed the first words of her speech when a knock, terrific and startling to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the door. "Katharine, I worship you," he urged, half in a whisper. "Yes," she replied, withdrawing with a little shiver,<|quote|>"but you must ope... | Katharine." She sighed, involuntarily. She had been hoping all this time, with an intensity that increased second by second against the current of her words, that it would not in the end come to this. After a moment of surprising anguish, she summoned her courage to tell him how she wished only that she might help him,... | you feel," she said. "My dear, I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. "Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!... | introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself as other than he was wont to think him; he was afloat upon a sea of unknown and tumultuous possibi... | added, speaking in the most matter-of-fact tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a person by herself." "Those dreadful insects!" bur... | afloat upon a sea of unknown and tumultuous possibilities. He paced once up and down the room, and then flung himself impetuously into the chair by Katharine s side. He had never felt anything like this before; he put himself entirely into her hands; he cast off all responsibility. He very nearly exclaimed aloud: "You ... | Night And Day |
CHAPTER XXIII When Ralph Denham entered the room and saw Katharine seated with her back to him, he was conscious of a change in the grade of the atmosphere such as a traveler meets with sometimes upon the roads, particularly after sunset, when, without warning, he runs from clammy chill to a hoard of unspent warmth in ... | No speaker | you must open the door."<|quote|>CHAPTER XXIII When Ralph Denham entered the room and saw Katharine seated with her back to him, he was conscious of a change in the grade of the atmosphere such as a traveler meets with sometimes upon the roads, particularly after sunset, when, without warning, he runs from clammy chill... | with a little shiver, "but you must open the door."<|quote|>CHAPTER XXIII When Ralph Denham entered the room and saw Katharine seated with her back to him, he was conscious of a change in the grade of the atmosphere such as a traveler meets with sometimes upon the roads, particularly after sunset, when, without warning... | him, and had framed the first words of her speech when a knock, terrific and startling to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the door. "Katharine, I worship you," he urged, half in a whisper. "Yes," she replied, withdrawing with a little shiver, "but you must open the door."<|quote|>CHAPTER XXIII When ... | been hoping all this time, with an intensity that increased second by second against the current of her words, that it would not in the end come to this. After a moment of surprising anguish, she summoned her courage to tell him how she wished only that she might help him, and had framed the first words of her speech w... | I feel a thousand things every second. I don t know, I m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. "Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!" he exclaimed. "Isn t it the t... | showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself as other than he was wont to think him; he was afloat upon a sea of unknown and tumultuous possibilities. He paced once up and down the roo... | tone she could command, "like Cassandra Otway, for instance. Cassandra is the most interesting of the Otways with the exception of Henry. Even so, I like Cassandra better. She has more than mere cleverness. She is a character a person by herself." "Those dreadful insects!" burst from William, with a nervous laugh, and ... | possibilities. He paced once up and down the room, and then flung himself impetuously into the chair by Katharine s side. He had never felt anything like this before; he put himself entirely into her hands; he cast off all responsibility. He very nearly exclaimed aloud: "You ve stirred up all these odious and violent e... | Night And Day |
"I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London," | Ralph Denham | drew nearer to the fireplace.<|quote|>"I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London,"</|quote|>said Denham. (" "And I | thrust aside the plans, and drew nearer to the fireplace.<|quote|>"I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London,"</|quote|>said Denham. (" "And I ve got nowhere to live" | came at length to Katharine s help, and she said something suitable, at the same moment withdrawing her hand from the table because she perceived that it trembled. William agreed effusively; Denham corroborated him, speaking in rather high-pitched tones; they thrust aside the plans, and drew nearer to the fireplace.<|q... | designs, which he laid upon the table between the three of them. Which of the three followed the designs most carefully it would be difficult to tell, but it is certain that not one of the three found for the moment anything to say. Years of training in a drawing-room came at length to Katharine s help, and she said so... | seemed to him well befitting the actors in so great a drama as that of Katharine Hilbery s daily life. Beauty and passion were the breath of her being, he thought. She scarcely noticed his presence, or only as it forced her to adopt a manner of composure, which she was certainly far from feeling. William, however, was ... | might help him, and had framed the first words of her speech when a knock, terrific and startling to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the door. "Katharine, I worship you," he urged, half in a whisper. "Yes," she replied, withdrawing with a little shiver, "but you must open the door." CHAPTER XXIII Wh... | wise literary speculation, as she calculated, restored William s confidence in his security, and he replaced the book in the bookcase, keeping his back turned to her as he did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing ... | sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!" he exclaimed. "Isn t it the truth that you are, or might be, in love with Cassandra?" she said gently. William bowed his head. After a moment s silence he murmured: "I believe you re right, Katharine." She sighed, involuntarily.... | Night And Day |
said Denham. (" | No speaker | in the whole of London,"<|quote|>said Denham. ("</|quote|>"And I ve got nowhere | rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London,"<|quote|>said Denham. ("</|quote|>"And I ve got nowhere to live" ") Katharine thought, | at the same moment withdrawing her hand from the table because she perceived that it trembled. William agreed effusively; Denham corroborated him, speaking in rather high-pitched tones; they thrust aside the plans, and drew nearer to the fireplace. "I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London,"<|quote|>sa... | Which of the three followed the designs most carefully it would be difficult to tell, but it is certain that not one of the three found for the moment anything to say. Years of training in a drawing-room came at length to Katharine s help, and she said something suitable, at the same moment withdrawing her hand from th... | as that of Katharine Hilbery s daily life. Beauty and passion were the breath of her being, he thought. She scarcely noticed his presence, or only as it forced her to adopt a manner of composure, which she was certainly far from feeling. William, however, was even more agitated than she was, and her first instalment of... | when a knock, terrific and startling to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the door. "Katharine, I worship you," he urged, half in a whisper. "Yes," she replied, withdrawing with a little shiver, "but you must open the door." CHAPTER XXIII When Ralph Denham entered the room and saw Katharine seated wit... | security, and he replaced the book in the bookcase, keeping his back turned to her as he did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He fe... | her courage to tell him how she wished only that she might help him, and had framed the first words of her speech when a knock, terrific and startling to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the door. "Katharine, I worship you," he urged, half in a whisper. "Yes," she replied, withdrawing with a little s... | Night And Day |
"And I ve got nowhere to live" | Katharine Hilbery | of London," said Denham. ("<|quote|>"And I ve got nowhere to live"</|quote|>") Katharine thought, as she | than anywhere in the whole of London," said Denham. ("<|quote|>"And I ve got nowhere to live"</|quote|>") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud. "You could get | moment withdrawing her hand from the table because she perceived that it trembled. William agreed effusively; Denham corroborated him, speaking in rather high-pitched tones; they thrust aside the plans, and drew nearer to the fireplace. "I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London," said Denham. ("<|quote... | three followed the designs most carefully it would be difficult to tell, but it is certain that not one of the three found for the moment anything to say. Years of training in a drawing-room came at length to Katharine s help, and she said something suitable, at the same moment withdrawing her hand from the table becau... | Katharine Hilbery s daily life. Beauty and passion were the breath of her being, he thought. She scarcely noticed his presence, or only as it forced her to adopt a manner of composure, which she was certainly far from feeling. William, however, was even more agitated than she was, and her first instalment of promised h... | terrific and startling to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the door. "Katharine, I worship you," he urged, half in a whisper. "Yes," she replied, withdrawing with a little shiver, "but you must open the door." CHAPTER XXIII When Ralph Denham entered the room and saw Katharine seated with her back to ... | replaced the book in the bookcase, keeping his back turned to her as he did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to sa... | of her words, that it would not in the end come to this. After a moment of surprising anguish, she summoned her courage to tell him how she wished only that she might help him, and had framed the first words of her speech when a knock, terrific and startling to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the do... | Night And Day |
") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud. | No speaker | ve got nowhere to live"<|quote|>") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud.</|quote|>"You could get rooms here, | said Denham. (" "And I ve got nowhere to live"<|quote|>") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud.</|quote|>"You could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted | because she perceived that it trembled. William agreed effusively; Denham corroborated him, speaking in rather high-pitched tones; they thrust aside the plans, and drew nearer to the fireplace. "I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London," said Denham. (" "And I ve got nowhere to live"<|quote|>") Kathari... | would be difficult to tell, but it is certain that not one of the three found for the moment anything to say. Years of training in a drawing-room came at length to Katharine s help, and she said something suitable, at the same moment withdrawing her hand from the table because she perceived that it trembled. William ag... | passion were the breath of her being, he thought. She scarcely noticed his presence, or only as it forced her to adopt a manner of composure, which she was certainly far from feeling. William, however, was even more agitated than she was, and her first instalment of promised help took the form of some commonplace upon ... | overwrought condition, sounded upon the door. "Katharine, I worship you," he urged, half in a whisper. "Yes," she replied, withdrawing with a little shiver, "but you must open the door." CHAPTER XXIII When Ralph Denham entered the room and saw Katharine seated with her back to him, he was conscious of a change in the g... | his back turned to her as he did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt befor... | me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!" he exclaimed. "Isn t it the truth that you are, or might be, in love with Cassandra?" she said gently. William bowed his head. After a moment s silence he murmured: "I believe you re right, Katharine." She sighed, involuntarily. She had been hoping all this t... | Night And Day |
"You could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to," | William Rodney | thought, as she agreed aloud.<|quote|>"You could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to,"</|quote|>Rodney replied. "But I m | nowhere to live" ") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud.<|quote|>"You could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to,"</|quote|>Rodney replied. "But I m just leaving London for good | agreed effusively; Denham corroborated him, speaking in rather high-pitched tones; they thrust aside the plans, and drew nearer to the fireplace. "I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London," said Denham. (" "And I ve got nowhere to live" ") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud.<|quote|>"You could get ... | is certain that not one of the three found for the moment anything to say. Years of training in a drawing-room came at length to Katharine s help, and she said something suitable, at the same moment withdrawing her hand from the table because she perceived that it trembled. William agreed effusively; Denham corroborate... | he thought. She scarcely noticed his presence, or only as it forced her to adopt a manner of composure, which she was certainly far from feeling. William, however, was even more agitated than she was, and her first instalment of promised help took the form of some commonplace upon the age of the building or the archite... | I worship you," he urged, half in a whisper. "Yes," she replied, withdrawing with a little shiver, "but you must open the door." CHAPTER XXIII When Ralph Denham entered the room and saw Katharine seated with her back to him, he was conscious of a change in the grade of the atmosphere such as a traveler meets with somet... | did so, and taking advantage of this circumstance to summon his thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself... | m sure, what I feel. That afternoon on the heath it was then then" He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. "Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!" he exclaimed. "Isn t it the truth that you are, or might be, in love with Cassandra?... | Night And Day |
Rodney replied. | No speaker | doubt, if you wanted to,"<|quote|>Rodney replied.</|quote|>"But I m just leaving | could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to,"<|quote|>Rodney replied.</|quote|>"But I m just leaving London for good I ve | thrust aside the plans, and drew nearer to the fireplace. "I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London," said Denham. (" "And I ve got nowhere to live" ") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud. "You could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to,"<|quote|>Rodney replied.</|quote|>"But I m just leaving ... | moment anything to say. Years of training in a drawing-room came at length to Katharine s help, and she said something suitable, at the same moment withdrawing her hand from the table because she perceived that it trembled. William agreed effusively; Denham corroborated him, speaking in rather high-pitched tones; they ... | forced her to adopt a manner of composure, which she was certainly far from feeling. William, however, was even more agitated than she was, and her first instalment of promised help took the form of some commonplace upon the age of the building or the architect s name, which gave him an excuse to fumble in a drawer for... | replied, withdrawing with a little shiver, "but you must open the door." CHAPTER XXIII When Ralph Denham entered the room and saw Katharine seated with her back to him, he was conscious of a change in the grade of the atmosphere such as a traveler meets with sometimes upon the roads, particularly after sunset, when, wi... | thoughts together. But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself as other than he was wont to think him; he was afloat upon a se... | He broke off; he did not tell her what had happened then. "Your ghastly good sense, as usual, has convinced me for the moment but what the truth is, Heaven only knows!" he exclaimed. "Isn t it the truth that you are, or might be, in love with Cassandra?" she said gently. William bowed his head. After a moment s silence... | Night And Day |
"But I m just leaving London for good I ve taken that cottage I was telling you about." | Ralph Denham | you wanted to," Rodney replied.<|quote|>"But I m just leaving London for good I ve taken that cottage I was telling you about."</|quote|>The announcement seemed to convey | rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to," Rodney replied.<|quote|>"But I m just leaving London for good I ve taken that cottage I was telling you about."</|quote|>The announcement seemed to convey very little to either of | the plans, and drew nearer to the fireplace. "I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London," said Denham. (" "And I ve got nowhere to live" ") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud. "You could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to," Rodney replied.<|quote|>"But I m just leaving London for good I ve t... | to say. Years of training in a drawing-room came at length to Katharine s help, and she said something suitable, at the same moment withdrawing her hand from the table because she perceived that it trembled. William agreed effusively; Denham corroborated him, speaking in rather high-pitched tones; they thrust aside the... | to adopt a manner of composure, which she was certainly far from feeling. William, however, was even more agitated than she was, and her first instalment of promised help took the form of some commonplace upon the age of the building or the architect s name, which gave him an excuse to fumble in a drawer for certain de... | with a little shiver, "but you must open the door." CHAPTER XXIII When Ralph Denham entered the room and saw Katharine seated with her back to him, he was conscious of a change in the grade of the atmosphere such as a traveler meets with sometimes upon the roads, particularly after sunset, when, without warning, he run... | But a second of introspection had the alarming result of showing him that his mind, when looked at from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself as other than he was wont to think him; he was afloat upon a sea of unknown and tu... | come to this. After a moment of surprising anguish, she summoned her courage to tell him how she wished only that she might help him, and had framed the first words of her speech when a knock, terrific and startling to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the door. "Katharine, I worship you," he urged, h... | Night And Day |
The announcement seemed to convey very little to either of his hearers. | No speaker | I was telling you about."<|quote|>The announcement seemed to convey very little to either of his hearers.</|quote|>"Indeed? that s sad.... You | I ve taken that cottage I was telling you about."<|quote|>The announcement seemed to convey very little to either of his hearers.</|quote|>"Indeed? that s sad.... You must give me your address. | of London," said Denham. (" "And I ve got nowhere to live" ") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud. "You could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to," Rodney replied. "But I m just leaving London for good I ve taken that cottage I was telling you about."<|quote|>The announcement seemed to convey very little to e... | something suitable, at the same moment withdrawing her hand from the table because she perceived that it trembled. William agreed effusively; Denham corroborated him, speaking in rather high-pitched tones; they thrust aside the plans, and drew nearer to the fireplace. "I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of... | agitated than she was, and her first instalment of promised help took the form of some commonplace upon the age of the building or the architect s name, which gave him an excuse to fumble in a drawer for certain designs, which he laid upon the table between the three of them. Which of the three followed the designs mos... | and saw Katharine seated with her back to him, he was conscious of a change in the grade of the atmosphere such as a traveler meets with sometimes upon the roads, particularly after sunset, when, without warning, he runs from clammy chill to a hoard of unspent warmth in which the sweetness of hay and beanfield is cheri... | from within, was no longer familiar ground. He felt, that is to say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself as other than he was wont to think him; he was afloat upon a sea of unknown and tumultuous possibilities. He paced once up and down the room, and then flung himself impetuously into... | saw Katharine seated with her back to him, he was conscious of a change in the grade of the atmosphere such as a traveler meets with sometimes upon the roads, particularly after sunset, when, without warning, he runs from clammy chill to a hoard of unspent warmth in which the sweetness of hay and beanfield is cherished... | Night And Day |
"Indeed? that s sad.... You must give me your address. But you won t cut yourself off altogether, surely" | William Rodney | to either of his hearers.<|quote|>"Indeed? that s sad.... You must give me your address. But you won t cut yourself off altogether, surely"</|quote|>"You ll be moving, too, | seemed to convey very little to either of his hearers.<|quote|>"Indeed? that s sad.... You must give me your address. But you won t cut yourself off altogether, surely"</|quote|>"You ll be moving, too, I suppose," Denham remarked. William | ") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud. "You could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to," Rodney replied. "But I m just leaving London for good I ve taken that cottage I was telling you about." The announcement seemed to convey very little to either of his hearers.<|quote|>"Indeed? that s sad.... You must give... | because she perceived that it trembled. William agreed effusively; Denham corroborated him, speaking in rather high-pitched tones; they thrust aside the plans, and drew nearer to the fireplace. "I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London," said Denham. (" "And I ve got nowhere to live" ") Katharine thoug... | the form of some commonplace upon the age of the building or the architect s name, which gave him an excuse to fumble in a drawer for certain designs, which he laid upon the table between the three of them. Which of the three followed the designs most carefully it would be difficult to tell, but it is certain that not ... | of a change in the grade of the atmosphere such as a traveler meets with sometimes upon the roads, particularly after sunset, when, without warning, he runs from clammy chill to a hoard of unspent warmth in which the sweetness of hay and beanfield is cherished, as if the sun still shone although the moon is up. He hesi... | say, what he had never consciously felt before; he was revealed to himself as other than he was wont to think him; he was afloat upon a sea of unknown and tumultuous possibilities. He paced once up and down the room, and then flung himself impetuously into the chair by Katharine s side. He had never felt anything like ... | of promised help took the form of some commonplace upon the age of the building or the architect s name, which gave him an excuse to fumble in a drawer for certain designs, which he laid upon the table between the three of them. Which of the three followed the designs most carefully it would be difficult to tell, but i... | Night And Day |
"You ll be moving, too, I suppose," | Ralph Denham | cut yourself off altogether, surely"<|quote|>"You ll be moving, too, I suppose,"</|quote|>Denham remarked. William showed such | address. But you won t cut yourself off altogether, surely"<|quote|>"You ll be moving, too, I suppose,"</|quote|>Denham remarked. William showed such visible signs of floundering that | replied. "But I m just leaving London for good I ve taken that cottage I was telling you about." The announcement seemed to convey very little to either of his hearers. "Indeed? that s sad.... You must give me your address. But you won t cut yourself off altogether, surely"<|quote|>"You ll be moving, too, I suppose,"</... | aside the plans, and drew nearer to the fireplace. "I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London," said Denham. (" "And I ve got nowhere to live" ") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud. "You could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to," Rodney replied. "But I m just leaving London for good I ve tak... | an excuse to fumble in a drawer for certain designs, which he laid upon the table between the three of them. Which of the three followed the designs most carefully it would be difficult to tell, but it is certain that not one of the three found for the moment anything to say. Years of training in a drawing-room came at... | particularly after sunset, when, without warning, he runs from clammy chill to a hoard of unspent warmth in which the sweetness of hay and beanfield is cherished, as if the sun still shone although the moon is up. He hesitated; he shuddered; he walked elaborately to the window and laid aside his coat. He balanced his s... | to think him; he was afloat upon a sea of unknown and tumultuous possibilities. He paced once up and down the room, and then flung himself impetuously into the chair by Katharine s side. He had never felt anything like this before; he put himself entirely into her hands; he cast off all responsibility. He very nearly e... | his stick most carefully against the folds of the curtain. Thus occupied with his own sensations and preparations, he had little time to observe what either of the other two was feeling. Such symptoms of agitation as he might perceive (and they had left their tokens in brightness of eye and pallor of cheeks) seemed to ... | Night And Day |
Denham remarked. William showed such visible signs of floundering that Katharine collected herself and asked: | No speaker | be moving, too, I suppose,"<|quote|>Denham remarked. William showed such visible signs of floundering that Katharine collected herself and asked:</|quote|>"Where is the cottage you | off altogether, surely" "You ll be moving, too, I suppose,"<|quote|>Denham remarked. William showed such visible signs of floundering that Katharine collected herself and asked:</|quote|>"Where is the cottage you ve taken?" In answering her, | for good I ve taken that cottage I was telling you about." The announcement seemed to convey very little to either of his hearers. "Indeed? that s sad.... You must give me your address. But you won t cut yourself off altogether, surely" "You ll be moving, too, I suppose,"<|quote|>Denham remarked. William showed such vi... | the fireplace. "I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London," said Denham. (" "And I ve got nowhere to live" ") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud. "You could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to," Rodney replied. "But I m just leaving London for good I ve taken that cottage I was telling you ab... | for certain designs, which he laid upon the table between the three of them. Which of the three followed the designs most carefully it would be difficult to tell, but it is certain that not one of the three found for the moment anything to say. Years of training in a drawing-room came at length to Katharine s help, and... | runs from clammy chill to a hoard of unspent warmth in which the sweetness of hay and beanfield is cherished, as if the sun still shone although the moon is up. He hesitated; he shuddered; he walked elaborately to the window and laid aside his coat. He balanced his stick most carefully against the folds of the curtain.... | a sea of unknown and tumultuous possibilities. He paced once up and down the room, and then flung himself impetuously into the chair by Katharine s side. He had never felt anything like this before; he put himself entirely into her hands; he cast off all responsibility. He very nearly exclaimed aloud: "You ve stirred u... | as he might perceive (and they had left their tokens in brightness of eye and pallor of cheeks) seemed to him well befitting the actors in so great a drama as that of Katharine Hilbery s daily life. Beauty and passion were the breath of her being, he thought. She scarcely noticed his presence, or only as it forced her ... | Night And Day |
"Where is the cottage you ve taken?" | Katharine Hilbery | Katharine collected herself and asked:<|quote|>"Where is the cottage you ve taken?"</|quote|>In answering her, Denham turned | visible signs of floundering that Katharine collected herself and asked:<|quote|>"Where is the cottage you ve taken?"</|quote|>In answering her, Denham turned and looked at her. As | to convey very little to either of his hearers. "Indeed? that s sad.... You must give me your address. But you won t cut yourself off altogether, surely" "You ll be moving, too, I suppose," Denham remarked. William showed such visible signs of floundering that Katharine collected herself and asked:<|quote|>"Where is th... | Denham. (" "And I ve got nowhere to live" ") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud. "You could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to," Rodney replied. "But I m just leaving London for good I ve taken that cottage I was telling you about." The announcement seemed to convey very little to either of his hearers. "In... | of the three followed the designs most carefully it would be difficult to tell, but it is certain that not one of the three found for the moment anything to say. Years of training in a drawing-room came at length to Katharine s help, and she said something suitable, at the same moment withdrawing her hand from the tabl... | hay and beanfield is cherished, as if the sun still shone although the moon is up. He hesitated; he shuddered; he walked elaborately to the window and laid aside his coat. He balanced his stick most carefully against the folds of the curtain. Thus occupied with his own sensations and preparations, he had little time to... | and then flung himself impetuously into the chair by Katharine s side. He had never felt anything like this before; he put himself entirely into her hands; he cast off all responsibility. He very nearly exclaimed aloud: "You ve stirred up all these odious and violent emotions, and now you must do the best you can with ... | Such symptoms of agitation as he might perceive (and they had left their tokens in brightness of eye and pallor of cheeks) seemed to him well befitting the actors in so great a drama as that of Katharine Hilbery s daily life. Beauty and passion were the breath of her being, he thought. She scarcely noticed his presence... | Night And Day |
In answering her, Denham turned and looked at her. As their eyes met, she realized for the first time that she was talking to Ralph Denham, and she remembered, without recalling any details, that she had been speaking of him quite lately, and that she had reason to think ill of him. What Mary had said she could not rem... | No speaker | the cottage you ve taken?"<|quote|>In answering her, Denham turned and looked at her. As their eyes met, she realized for the first time that she was talking to Ralph Denham, and she remembered, without recalling any details, that she had been speaking of him quite lately, and that she had reason to think ill of him. W... | herself and asked: "Where is the cottage you ve taken?"<|quote|>In answering her, Denham turned and looked at her. As their eyes met, she realized for the first time that she was talking to Ralph Denham, and she remembered, without recalling any details, that she had been speaking of him quite lately, and that she had ... | his hearers. "Indeed? that s sad.... You must give me your address. But you won t cut yourself off altogether, surely" "You ll be moving, too, I suppose," Denham remarked. William showed such visible signs of floundering that Katharine collected herself and asked: "Where is the cottage you ve taken?"<|quote|>In answeri... | to live" ") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud. "You could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to," Rodney replied. "But I m just leaving London for good I ve taken that cottage I was telling you about." The announcement seemed to convey very little to either of his hearers. "Indeed? that s sad.... You must giv... | carefully it would be difficult to tell, but it is certain that not one of the three found for the moment anything to say. Years of training in a drawing-room came at length to Katharine s help, and she said something suitable, at the same moment withdrawing her hand from the table because she perceived that it tremble... | the sun still shone although the moon is up. He hesitated; he shuddered; he walked elaborately to the window and laid aside his coat. He balanced his stick most carefully against the folds of the curtain. Thus occupied with his own sensations and preparations, he had little time to observe what either of the other two ... | chair by Katharine s side. He had never felt anything like this before; he put himself entirely into her hands; he cast off all responsibility. He very nearly exclaimed aloud: "You ve stirred up all these odious and violent emotions, and now you must do the best you can with them." Her near presence, however, had a cal... | building or the architect s name, which gave him an excuse to fumble in a drawer for certain designs, which he laid upon the table between the three of them. Which of the three followed the designs most carefully it would be difficult to tell, but it is certain that not one of the three found for the moment anything to... | Night And Day |
"But what will you find to do in the country?" | Katharine Hilbery | answer. William was speaking now.<|quote|>"But what will you find to do in the country?"</|quote|>she asked at random, striking | feelings. She had forgotten to answer. William was speaking now.<|quote|>"But what will you find to do in the country?"</|quote|>she asked at random, striking into a conversation which she | to do more than anything at the moment, unless, indeed, she wished more than anything to be alone yes, that was what she wanted. She was sick to death of these discussions; she shivered at the effort to reveal her feelings. She had forgotten to answer. William was speaking now.<|quote|>"But what will you find to do in ... | an unusual, indeed unprecedented, sense that they were in touch and shared each other s thoughts. If only Ralph were not there, she would at once give way to her desire to take William s hand, then to bend his head upon her shoulder, for this was what she wanted to do more than anything at the moment, unless, indeed, s... | a mass of knowledge in her mind which she had not had time to examine knowledge now lying on the far side of a gulf. But her agitation flashed the queerest lights upon her past. She must get through the matter in hand, and then think it out in quiet. She bent her mind to follow what Ralph was saying. He was telling her... | rather high-pitched tones; they thrust aside the plans, and drew nearer to the fireplace. "I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London," said Denham. (" "And I ve got nowhere to live" ") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud. "You could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to," Rodney replied. "But I ... | anguish, she summoned her courage to tell him how she wished only that she might help him, and had framed the first words of her speech when a knock, terrific and startling to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the door. "Katharine, I worship you," he urged, half in a whisper. "Yes," she replied, withd... | that s sad.... You must give me your address. But you won t cut yourself off altogether, surely" "You ll be moving, too, I suppose," Denham remarked. William showed such visible signs of floundering that Katharine collected herself and asked: "Where is the cottage you ve taken?" In answering her, Denham turned and look... | Night And Day |
she asked at random, striking into a conversation which she had only half heard, in such a way as to make both Rodney and Denham look at her with a little surprise. But directly she took up the conversation, it was William s turn to fall silent. He at once forgot to listen to what they were saying, although he interpos... | No speaker | to do in the country?"<|quote|>she asked at random, striking into a conversation which she had only half heard, in such a way as to make both Rodney and Denham look at her with a little surprise. But directly she took up the conversation, it was William s turn to fall silent. He at once forgot to listen to what they we... | "But what will you find to do in the country?"<|quote|>she asked at random, striking into a conversation which she had only half heard, in such a way as to make both Rodney and Denham look at her with a little surprise. But directly she took up the conversation, it was William s turn to fall silent. He at once forgot t... | she wished more than anything to be alone yes, that was what she wanted. She was sick to death of these discussions; she shivered at the effort to reveal her feelings. She had forgotten to answer. William was speaking now. "But what will you find to do in the country?"<|quote|>she asked at random, striking into a conve... | and shared each other s thoughts. If only Ralph were not there, she would at once give way to her desire to take William s hand, then to bend his head upon her shoulder, for this was what she wanted to do more than anything at the moment, unless, indeed, she wished more than anything to be alone yes, that was what she ... | not had time to examine knowledge now lying on the far side of a gulf. But her agitation flashed the queerest lights upon her past. She must get through the matter in hand, and then think it out in quiet. She bent her mind to follow what Ralph was saying. He was telling her that he had taken a cottage in Norfolk, and s... | nearer to the fireplace. "I d rather live here than anywhere in the whole of London," said Denham. (" "And I ve got nowhere to live" ") Katharine thought, as she agreed aloud. "You could get rooms here, no doubt, if you wanted to," Rodney replied. "But I m just leaving London for good I ve taken that cottage I was tell... | wished only that she might help him, and had framed the first words of her speech when a knock, terrific and startling to people in their overwrought condition, sounded upon the door. "Katharine, I worship you," he urged, half in a whisper. "Yes," she replied, withdrawing with a little shiver, "but you must open the do... | Denham remarked. William showed such visible signs of floundering that Katharine collected herself and asked: "Where is the cottage you ve taken?" In answering her, Denham turned and looked at her. As their eyes met, she realized for the first time that she was talking to Ralph Denham, and she remembered, without recal... | Night And Day |
"Yes, yes," | William Rodney | his head, and said, nervously,<|quote|>"Yes, yes,"</|quote|>and looked at Katharine, and | was it mad? He nodded his head, and said, nervously,<|quote|>"Yes, yes,"</|quote|>and looked at Katharine, and thought how beautiful she looked; | for she alone could help him now. Unless he could see her alone, it would be impossible for him ever to sleep, or to know what he had said in a moment of madness, which was not altogether mad, or was it mad? He nodded his head, and said, nervously,<|quote|>"Yes, yes,"</|quote|>and looked at Katharine, and thought how b... | nervously at intervals, "Yes, yes, yes." As the minutes passed, Ralph s presence became more and more intolerable to him, since there was so much that he must say to Katharine; the moment he could not talk to her, terrible doubts, unanswerable questions accumulated, which he must lay before Katharine, for she alone cou... | what she wanted. She was sick to death of these discussions; she shivered at the effort to reveal her feelings. She had forgotten to answer. William was speaking now. "But what will you find to do in the country?" she asked at random, striking into a conversation which she had only half heard, in such a way as to make ... | speaking of him quite lately, and that she had reason to think ill of him. What Mary had said she could not remember, but she felt that there was a mass of knowledge in her mind which she had not had time to examine knowledge now lying on the far side of a gulf. But her agitation flashed the queerest lights upon her pa... | occupied with his own sensations and preparations, he had little time to observe what either of the other two was feeling. Such symptoms of agitation as he might perceive (and they had left their tokens in brightness of eye and pallor of cheeks) seemed to him well befitting the actors in so great a drama as that of Kat... | for this was what she wanted to do more than anything at the moment, unless, indeed, she wished more than anything to be alone yes, that was what she wanted. She was sick to death of these discussions; she shivered at the effort to reveal her feelings. She had forgotten to answer. William was speaking now. "But what wi... | Night And Day |
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