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"You shall sit next to him and tell him what you think of him." | Katharine Hilbery | good enough for you, Katharine."<|quote|>"You shall sit next to him and tell him what you think of him."</|quote|>"I shan t dare do | I think he s almost good enough for you, Katharine."<|quote|>"You shall sit next to him and tell him what you think of him."</|quote|>"I shan t dare do that," Cassandra asserted. "Why? You | Cassandra asked, anticipating further possibilities of rapture. "There s William, and, I believe, Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Aubrey." "I m so glad William is coming. Did he tell you that he sent me his manuscript? I think it s wonderful I think he s almost good enough for you, Katharine."<|quote|>"You shall sit next to him... | and its bright oval eyes were very notable. The hair rose up off the forehead rather stiffly, and, given a more careful treatment by hairdressers and dressmakers, the light angular figure might possess a likeness to a French lady of distinction in the eighteenth century. "Who s coming to dinner?" Cassandra asked, antic... | proceeded to ascertain. She began to lay aside her clothes hurriedly, for she was very late. "May I sit and watch you?" Cassandra asked, shutting up her book. "I got ready on purpose." "Oh, you re ready, are you?" said Katharine, half turning in the midst of her operations, and looking at Cassandra, who sat, clasping h... | to take down the books which stood in a row upon the shelf above the bed. In most houses this shelf is the ledge upon which the last relics of religious belief lodge themselves as if, late at night, in the heart of privacy, people, skeptical by day, find solace in sipping one draught of the old charm for such sorrows o... | not despicable virtues of vivacity and freshness. Katharine, for example, thought her a most charming companion. The cousins seemed to assemble between them a great range of qualities which are never found united in one person and seldom in half a dozen people. Where Katharine was simple, Cassandra was complex; where K... | this moment! I must write the man s name down at once, or I shall forget" Whose name, what book, which life was changed Katharine proceeded to ascertain. She began to lay aside her clothes hurriedly, for she was very late. "May I sit and watch you?" Cassandra asked, shutting up her book. "I got ready on purpose." "Oh, ... | Night And Day |
"I shan t dare do that," | Cassandra Otway | what you think of him."<|quote|>"I shan t dare do that,"</|quote|>Cassandra asserted. "Why? You re | to him and tell him what you think of him."<|quote|>"I shan t dare do that,"</|quote|>Cassandra asserted. "Why? You re not afraid of him, are | Eleanor and Uncle Aubrey." "I m so glad William is coming. Did he tell you that he sent me his manuscript? I think it s wonderful I think he s almost good enough for you, Katharine." "You shall sit next to him and tell him what you think of him."<|quote|>"I shan t dare do that,"</|quote|>Cassandra asserted. "Why? You r... | forehead rather stiffly, and, given a more careful treatment by hairdressers and dressmakers, the light angular figure might possess a likeness to a French lady of distinction in the eighteenth century. "Who s coming to dinner?" Cassandra asked, anticipating further possibilities of rapture. "There s William, and, I be... | very late. "May I sit and watch you?" Cassandra asked, shutting up her book. "I got ready on purpose." "Oh, you re ready, are you?" said Katharine, half turning in the midst of her operations, and looking at Cassandra, who sat, clasping her knees, on the edge of the bed. "There are people dining here," she said, taking... | the bed. In most houses this shelf is the ledge upon which the last relics of religious belief lodge themselves as if, late at night, in the heart of privacy, people, skeptical by day, find solace in sipping one draught of the old charm for such sorrows or perplexities as may steal from their hiding-places in the dark.... | charming companion. The cousins seemed to assemble between them a great range of qualities which are never found united in one person and seldom in half a dozen people. Where Katharine was simple, Cassandra was complex; where Katharine was solid and direct, Cassandra was vague and evasive. In short, they represented ve... | dissipation" from Uncle Trevor, whose favorite niece she was, she changed her dress and wandered into Katharine s room to await her. What a great looking-glass Katharine had, she thought, and how mature all the arrangements upon the dressing-table were compared to what she was used to at home. Glancing round, she thoug... | Night And Day |
Cassandra asserted. | No speaker | shan t dare do that,"<|quote|>Cassandra asserted.</|quote|>"Why? You re not afraid | you think of him." "I shan t dare do that,"<|quote|>Cassandra asserted.</|quote|>"Why? You re not afraid of him, are you?" "A | so glad William is coming. Did he tell you that he sent me his manuscript? I think it s wonderful I think he s almost good enough for you, Katharine." "You shall sit next to him and tell him what you think of him." "I shan t dare do that,"<|quote|>Cassandra asserted.</|quote|>"Why? You re not afraid of him, are you?" "... | more careful treatment by hairdressers and dressmakers, the light angular figure might possess a likeness to a French lady of distinction in the eighteenth century. "Who s coming to dinner?" Cassandra asked, anticipating further possibilities of rapture. "There s William, and, I believe, Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Aubrey."... | watch you?" Cassandra asked, shutting up her book. "I got ready on purpose." "Oh, you re ready, are you?" said Katharine, half turning in the midst of her operations, and looking at Cassandra, who sat, clasping her knees, on the edge of the bed. "There are people dining here," she said, taking in the effect of Cassandr... | shelf is the ledge upon which the last relics of religious belief lodge themselves as if, late at night, in the heart of privacy, people, skeptical by day, find solace in sipping one draught of the old charm for such sorrows or perplexities as may steal from their hiding-places in the dark. But there was no hymn-book h... | assemble between them a great range of qualities which are never found united in one person and seldom in half a dozen people. Where Katharine was simple, Cassandra was complex; where Katharine was solid and direct, Cassandra was vague and evasive. In short, they represented very well the manly and the womanly sides of... | shelf is the ledge upon which the last relics of religious belief lodge themselves as if, late at night, in the heart of privacy, people, skeptical by day, find solace in sipping one draught of the old charm for such sorrows or perplexities as may steal from their hiding-places in the dark. But there was no hymn-book h... | Night And Day |
"Why? You re not afraid of him, are you?" | Katharine Hilbery | dare do that," Cassandra asserted.<|quote|>"Why? You re not afraid of him, are you?"</|quote|>"A little because he s | of him." "I shan t dare do that," Cassandra asserted.<|quote|>"Why? You re not afraid of him, are you?"</|quote|>"A little because he s connected with you." Katharine smiled. | William is coming. Did he tell you that he sent me his manuscript? I think it s wonderful I think he s almost good enough for you, Katharine." "You shall sit next to him and tell him what you think of him." "I shan t dare do that," Cassandra asserted.<|quote|>"Why? You re not afraid of him, are you?"</|quote|>"A little... | treatment by hairdressers and dressmakers, the light angular figure might possess a likeness to a French lady of distinction in the eighteenth century. "Who s coming to dinner?" Cassandra asked, anticipating further possibilities of rapture. "There s William, and, I believe, Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Aubrey." "I m so glad... | Cassandra asked, shutting up her book. "I got ready on purpose." "Oh, you re ready, are you?" said Katharine, half turning in the midst of her operations, and looking at Cassandra, who sat, clasping her knees, on the edge of the bed. "There are people dining here," she said, taking in the effect of Cassandra from a new... | the ledge upon which the last relics of religious belief lodge themselves as if, late at night, in the heart of privacy, people, skeptical by day, find solace in sipping one draught of the old charm for such sorrows or perplexities as may steal from their hiding-places in the dark. But there was no hymn-book here. By t... | them a great range of qualities which are never found united in one person and seldom in half a dozen people. Where Katharine was simple, Cassandra was complex; where Katharine was solid and direct, Cassandra was vague and evasive. In short, they represented very well the manly and the womanly sides of the feminine nat... | out when she arrived at Cheyne Walk. After greeting her uncle and aunt and receiving, as usual, a present of two sovereigns for "cab fares and dissipation" from Uncle Trevor, whose favorite niece she was, she changed her dress and wandered into Katharine s room to await her. What a great looking-glass Katharine had, sh... | Night And Day |
"A little because he s connected with you." | Cassandra Otway | afraid of him, are you?"<|quote|>"A little because he s connected with you."</|quote|>Katharine smiled. "But then, with | asserted. "Why? You re not afraid of him, are you?"<|quote|>"A little because he s connected with you."</|quote|>Katharine smiled. "But then, with your well-known fidelity, considering that | sent me his manuscript? I think it s wonderful I think he s almost good enough for you, Katharine." "You shall sit next to him and tell him what you think of him." "I shan t dare do that," Cassandra asserted. "Why? You re not afraid of him, are you?"<|quote|>"A little because he s connected with you."</|quote|>Katharin... | might possess a likeness to a French lady of distinction in the eighteenth century. "Who s coming to dinner?" Cassandra asked, anticipating further possibilities of rapture. "There s William, and, I believe, Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Aubrey." "I m so glad William is coming. Did he tell you that he sent me his manuscript? ... | on purpose." "Oh, you re ready, are you?" said Katharine, half turning in the midst of her operations, and looking at Cassandra, who sat, clasping her knees, on the edge of the bed. "There are people dining here," she said, taking in the effect of Cassandra from a new point of view. After an interval, the distinction, ... | belief lodge themselves as if, late at night, in the heart of privacy, people, skeptical by day, find solace in sipping one draught of the old charm for such sorrows or perplexities as may steal from their hiding-places in the dark. But there was no hymn-book here. By their battered covers and enigmatical contents, Cas... | found united in one person and seldom in half a dozen people. Where Katharine was simple, Cassandra was complex; where Katharine was solid and direct, Cassandra was vague and evasive. In short, they represented very well the manly and the womanly sides of the feminine nature, and, for foundation, there was the profound... | she once knew. Katharine, coming in a little later, found her deep in this characteristic pursuit. "My dear," Cassandra exclaimed, shaking the book at her cousin, "my whole life s changed from this moment! I must write the man s name down at once, or I shall forget" Whose name, what book, which life was changed Kathari... | Night And Day |
Katharine smiled. | No speaker | he s connected with you."<|quote|>Katharine smiled.</|quote|>"But then, with your well-known | are you?" "A little because he s connected with you."<|quote|>Katharine smiled.</|quote|>"But then, with your well-known fidelity, considering that you re | wonderful I think he s almost good enough for you, Katharine." "You shall sit next to him and tell him what you think of him." "I shan t dare do that," Cassandra asserted. "Why? You re not afraid of him, are you?" "A little because he s connected with you."<|quote|>Katharine smiled.</|quote|>"But then, with your well-k... | of distinction in the eighteenth century. "Who s coming to dinner?" Cassandra asked, anticipating further possibilities of rapture. "There s William, and, I believe, Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Aubrey." "I m so glad William is coming. Did he tell you that he sent me his manuscript? I think it s wonderful I think he s almost... | said Katharine, half turning in the midst of her operations, and looking at Cassandra, who sat, clasping her knees, on the edge of the bed. "There are people dining here," she said, taking in the effect of Cassandra from a new point of view. After an interval, the distinction, the irregular charm, of the small face wit... | in the heart of privacy, people, skeptical by day, find solace in sipping one draught of the old charm for such sorrows or perplexities as may steal from their hiding-places in the dark. But there was no hymn-book here. By their battered covers and enigmatical contents, Cassandra judged them to be old school-books belo... | half a dozen people. Where Katharine was simple, Cassandra was complex; where Katharine was solid and direct, Cassandra was vague and evasive. In short, they represented very well the manly and the womanly sides of the feminine nature, and, for foundation, there was the profound unity of common blood between them. If C... | like Katharine, There wasn t a photograph of William anywhere to be seen. The room, with its combination of luxury and bareness, its silk dressing-gowns and crimson slippers, its shabby carpet and bare walls, had a powerful air of Katharine herself; she stood in the middle of the room and enjoyed the sensation; and the... | Night And Day |
"But then, with your well-known fidelity, considering that you re staying here at least a fortnight, you won t have any illusions left about me by the time you go. I give you a week, Cassandra. I shall see my power fading day by day. Now it s at the climax; but to-morrow it ll have begun to fade. What am I to wear, I w... | Katharine Hilbery | connected with you." Katharine smiled.<|quote|>"But then, with your well-known fidelity, considering that you re staying here at least a fortnight, you won t have any illusions left about me by the time you go. I give you a week, Cassandra. I shall see my power fading day by day. Now it s at the climax; but to-morrow i... | "A little because he s connected with you." Katharine smiled.<|quote|>"But then, with your well-known fidelity, considering that you re staying here at least a fortnight, you won t have any illusions left about me by the time you go. I give you a week, Cassandra. I shall see my power fading day by day. Now it s at the ... | think he s almost good enough for you, Katharine." "You shall sit next to him and tell him what you think of him." "I shan t dare do that," Cassandra asserted. "Why? You re not afraid of him, are you?" "A little because he s connected with you." Katharine smiled.<|quote|>"But then, with your well-known fidelity, consid... | in the eighteenth century. "Who s coming to dinner?" Cassandra asked, anticipating further possibilities of rapture. "There s William, and, I believe, Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Aubrey." "I m so glad William is coming. Did he tell you that he sent me his manuscript? I think it s wonderful I think he s almost good enough fo... | half turning in the midst of her operations, and looking at Cassandra, who sat, clasping her knees, on the edge of the bed. "There are people dining here," she said, taking in the effect of Cassandra from a new point of view. After an interval, the distinction, the irregular charm, of the small face with its long taper... | heart of privacy, people, skeptical by day, find solace in sipping one draught of the old charm for such sorrows or perplexities as may steal from their hiding-places in the dark. But there was no hymn-book here. By their battered covers and enigmatical contents, Cassandra judged them to be old school-books belonging t... | dozen people. Where Katharine was simple, Cassandra was complex; where Katharine was solid and direct, Cassandra was vague and evasive. In short, they represented very well the manly and the womanly sides of the feminine nature, and, for foundation, there was the profound unity of common blood between them. If Cassandr... | and stood for ornament upon the mantelpiece were astonishingly like Katharine, There wasn t a photograph of William anywhere to be seen. The room, with its combination of luxury and bareness, its silk dressing-gowns and crimson slippers, its shabby carpet and bare walls, had a powerful air of Katharine herself; she sto... | Night And Day |
She spoke disconnectedly, handling brush and comb, and pulling out the little drawers in her dressing-table and leaving them open. Cassandra, sitting on the bed behind her, saw the reflection of her cousin s face in the looking-glass. The face in the looking-glass was serious and intent, apparently occupied with other ... | No speaker | there in the long wardrobe."<|quote|>She spoke disconnectedly, handling brush and comb, and pulling out the little drawers in her dressing-table and leaving them open. Cassandra, sitting on the bed behind her, saw the reflection of her cousin s face in the looking-glass. The face in the looking-glass was serious and in... | a blue dress, Cassandra, over there in the long wardrobe."<|quote|>She spoke disconnectedly, handling brush and comb, and pulling out the little drawers in her dressing-table and leaving them open. Cassandra, sitting on the bed behind her, saw the reflection of her cousin s face in the looking-glass. The face in the lo... | you go. I give you a week, Cassandra. I shall see my power fading day by day. Now it s at the climax; but to-morrow it ll have begun to fade. What am I to wear, I wonder? Find me a blue dress, Cassandra, over there in the long wardrobe."<|quote|>She spoke disconnectedly, handling brush and comb, and pulling out the lit... | that," Cassandra asserted. "Why? You re not afraid of him, are you?" "A little because he s connected with you." Katharine smiled. "But then, with your well-known fidelity, considering that you re staying here at least a fortnight, you won t have any illusions left about me by the time you go. I give you a week, Cassan... | a more careful treatment by hairdressers and dressmakers, the light angular figure might possess a likeness to a French lady of distinction in the eighteenth century. "Who s coming to dinner?" Cassandra asked, anticipating further possibilities of rapture. "There s William, and, I believe, Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Aubrey... | a passion for geometry herself, and, curled upon Katharine s quilt, she became absorbed in trying to remember how far she had forgotten what she once knew. Katharine, coming in a little later, found her deep in this characteristic pursuit. "My dear," Cassandra exclaimed, shaking the book at her cousin, "my whole life s... | as much as her respect. Respect was certainly uppermost in Cassandra s mind at the present moment. Katharine s engagement had appealed to her imagination as the first engagement in a circle of contemporaries is apt to appeal to the imaginations of the others; it was solemn, beautiful, and mysterious; it gave both parti... | herself; she stood in the middle of the room and enjoyed the sensation; and then, with a desire to finger what her cousin was in the habit of fingering, Cassandra began to take down the books which stood in a row upon the shelf above the bed. In most houses this shelf is the ledge upon which the last relics of religiou... | Night And Day |
he asked. | No speaker | any buds on the trees?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"Which line did she travel | be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short | with apparent understanding. At least, he understood that she was very young and pretty, and saw that she was excited, though he could not gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"Which line did ... | to one who, by degrees, assumed the shape of an elderly man with a mustache, she described how she had arrived in London that very afternoon, and how she had taken a cab and driven through the streets. Mr. Peyton, an editor of fifty years, bowed his bald head repeatedly, with apparent understanding. At least, he unders... | each other person possessed in Cassandra s mind some fragment of what privately she called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney on her left were in equal measure endowed with the q... | their clothing was confined, in the eyes of an impartial observer, to the white waistcoat which Rodney wore. But they all rose simultaneously, which was by itself impressive, and they all exclaimed, and shook hands, and she was introduced to Mr. Peyton, and the door sprang open, and dinner was announced, and they filed... | m so glad William is coming. Did he tell you that he sent me his manuscript? I think it s wonderful I think he s almost good enough for you, Katharine." "You shall sit next to him and tell him what you think of him." "I shan t dare do that," Cassandra asserted. "Why? You re not afraid of him, are you?" "A little becaus... | pink ribbon, the silver dishes and the sea-colored champagne glasses, with the flakes of gold congealed in their stems all these details, together with a curiously pervasive smell of kid gloves, contributed to her exhilaration, which must be repressed, however, because she was grown up, and the world held no more for h... | Night And Day |
He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history f... | No speaker | line did she travel by?"<|quote|>He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She ... | the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?"<|quote|>He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a mo... | she was very young and pretty, and saw that she was excited, though he could not gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?"<|quote|>He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her ... | of an elderly man with a mustache, she described how she had arrived in London that very afternoon, and how she had taken a cab and driven through the streets. Mr. Peyton, an editor of fifty years, bowed his bald head repeatedly, with apparent understanding. At least, he understood that she was very young and pretty, a... | some fragment of what privately she called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney on her left were in equal measure endowed with the quality which seemed to her so unmistakable and s... | an impartial observer, to the white waistcoat which Rodney wore. But they all rose simultaneously, which was by itself impressive, and they all exclaimed, and shook hands, and she was introduced to Mr. Peyton, and the door sprang open, and dinner was announced, and they filed off, William Rodney offering her his slight... | tell you that he sent me his manuscript? I think it s wonderful I think he s almost good enough for you, Katharine." "You shall sit next to him and tell him what you think of him." "I shan t dare do that," Cassandra asserted. "Why? You re not afraid of him, are you?" "A little because he s connected with you." Katharin... | proved to be mostly her relations, and the distinction of their clothing was confined, in the eyes of an impartial observer, to the white waistcoat which Rodney wore. But they all rose simultaneously, which was by itself impressive, and they all exclaimed, and shook hands, and she was introduced to Mr. Peyton, and the ... | Night And Day |
"There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William," | Cassandra Otway | untold wealth for her extraction.<|quote|>"There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William,"</|quote|>she said, making use in | these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extraction.<|quote|>"There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William,"</|quote|>she said, making use in her pleasure of his first | at least with those whom they esteem for their youth and their sex, he asserted his presence by a very nervous laugh. Cassandra turned to him directly. She was enchanted to find that, instantly and with such ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extraction.<|quote|>"There s no dou... | could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parliament. William, nominally engaged in a desultory conversation with Aunt Eleanor, heard every word, and taking advantage of the fact that elderly ladies have little continuity of conversation... | she was excited, though he could not gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read,... | was grown up, and the world held no more for her to marvel at. The world held no more for her to marvel at, it is true; but it held other people; and each other person possessed in Cassandra s mind some fragment of what privately she called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and t... | leaving them open. Cassandra, sitting on the bed behind her, saw the reflection of her cousin s face in the looking-glass. The face in the looking-glass was serious and intent, apparently occupied with other things besides the straightness of the parting which, however, was being driven as straight as a Roman road thro... | which Rodney wore. But they all rose simultaneously, which was by itself impressive, and they all exclaimed, and shook hands, and she was introduced to Mr. Peyton, and the door sprang open, and dinner was announced, and they filed off, William Rodney offering her his slightly bent black arm, as she had secretly hoped h... | Night And Day |
she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. | No speaker | in a railway carriage, William,"<|quote|>she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name.</|quote|>"You never _once_ look out | no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William,"<|quote|>she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name.</|quote|>"You never _once_ look out of the window; you read | sex, he asserted his presence by a very nervous laugh. Cassandra turned to him directly. She was enchanted to find that, instantly and with such ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extraction. "There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William,"<|quote|>she said, mak... | to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parliament. William, nominally engaged in a desultory conversation with Aunt Eleanor, heard every word, and taking advantage of the fact that elderly ladies have little continuity of conversation, at least with those whom they esteem for their youth and their sex, ... | words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was b... | marvel at. The world held no more for her to marvel at, it is true; but it held other people; and each other person possessed in Cassandra s mind some fragment of what privately she called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and litt... | reflection of her cousin s face in the looking-glass. The face in the looking-glass was serious and intent, apparently occupied with other things besides the straightness of the parting which, however, was being driven as straight as a Roman road through the dark hair. Cassandra was impressed again by Katharine s matur... | he could not gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who loo... | Night And Day |
"You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." | Cassandra Otway | pleasure of his first name.<|quote|>"You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time."</|quote|>"And what facts do you | said, making use in her pleasure of his first name.<|quote|>"You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time."</|quote|>"And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton | turned to him directly. She was enchanted to find that, instantly and with such ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extraction. "There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name.<|quote|>"You never _once_ look... | William, nominally engaged in a desultory conversation with Aunt Eleanor, heard every word, and taking advantage of the fact that elderly ladies have little continuity of conversation, at least with those whom they esteem for their youth and their sex, he asserted his presence by a very nervous laugh. Cassandra turned ... | be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both.... | at, it is true; but it held other people; and each other person possessed in Cassandra s mind some fragment of what privately she called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney on her... | in the looking-glass was serious and intent, apparently occupied with other things besides the straightness of the parting which, however, was being driven as straight as a Roman road through the dark hair. Cassandra was impressed again by Katharine s maturity; and, as she enveloped herself in the blue dress which fill... | in the eyes of an impartial observer, to the white waistcoat which Rodney wore. But they all rose simultaneously, which was by itself impressive, and they all exclaimed, and shook hands, and she was introduced to Mr. Peyton, and the door sprang open, and dinner was announced, and they filed off, William Rodney offering... | Night And Day |
Mr. Peyton asked. | No speaker | do you deduce from that?"<|quote|>Mr. Peyton asked.</|quote|>"Oh, that he s a | the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?"<|quote|>Mr. Peyton asked.</|quote|>"Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. | offering untold wealth for her extraction. "There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?"<|quote|>Mr. Peyton asked.</|quote|>"Oh, that h... | ladies have little continuity of conversation, at least with those whom they esteem for their youth and their sex, he asserted his presence by a very nervous laugh. Cassandra turned to him directly. She was enchanted to find that, instantly and with such ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wea... | short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that on... | what privately she called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney on her left were in equal measure endowed with the quality which seemed to her so unmistakable and so precious that t... | being driven as straight as a Roman road through the dark hair. Cassandra was impressed again by Katharine s maturity; and, as she enveloped herself in the blue dress which filled almost the whole of the long looking-glass with blue light and made it the frame of a picture, holding not only the slightly moving effigy o... | the sea-colored champagne glasses, with the flakes of gold congealed in their stems all these details, together with a curiously pervasive smell of kid gloves, contributed to her exhilaration, which must be repressed, however, because she was grown up, and the world held no more for her to marvel at. The world held no ... | Night And Day |
"Oh, that he s a poet, of course," | Cassandra Otway | from that?" Mr. Peyton asked.<|quote|>"Oh, that he s a poet, of course,"</|quote|>said Cassandra. "But I must | what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked.<|quote|>"Oh, that he s a poet, of course,"</|quote|>said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that | for her extraction. "There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked.<|quote|>"Oh, that he s a poet, of course,"</|quote|... | continuity of conversation, at least with those whom they esteem for their youth and their sex, he asserted his presence by a very nervous laugh. Cassandra turned to him directly. She was enchanted to find that, instantly and with such ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extract... | amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He chal... | called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney on her left were in equal measure endowed with the quality which seemed to her so unmistakable and so precious that the way people negle... | straight as a Roman road through the dark hair. Cassandra was impressed again by Katharine s maturity; and, as she enveloped herself in the blue dress which filled almost the whole of the long looking-glass with blue light and made it the frame of a picture, holding not only the slightly moving effigy of the beautiful ... | cab and driven through the streets. Mr. Peyton, an editor of fifty years, bowed his bald head repeatedly, with apparent understanding. At least, he understood that she was very young and pretty, and saw that she was excited, though he could not gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what ther... | Night And Day |
said Cassandra. | No speaker | s a poet, of course,"<|quote|>said Cassandra.</|quote|>"But I must confess that | Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course,"<|quote|>said Cassandra.</|quote|>"But I must confess that I knew that before, so | _you_ do in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course,"<|quote|>said Cassandra.</|quote|>"But I must confess that I... | they esteem for their youth and their sex, he asserted his presence by a very nervous laugh. Cassandra turned to him directly. She was enchanted to find that, instantly and with such ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extraction. "There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway car... | he was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a ... | would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney on her left were in equal measure endowed with the quality which seemed to her so unmistakable and so precious that the way people neglected to demand it was a constant source of... | hair. Cassandra was impressed again by Katharine s maturity; and, as she enveloped herself in the blue dress which filled almost the whole of the long looking-glass with blue light and made it the frame of a picture, holding not only the slightly moving effigy of the beautiful woman, but shapes and colors of objects re... | the long sticks of bread tied with pink ribbon, the silver dishes and the sea-colored champagne glasses, with the flakes of gold congealed in their stems all these details, together with a curiously pervasive smell of kid gloves, contributed to her exhilaration, which must be repressed, however, because she was grown u... | Night And Day |
"But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," | Cassandra Otway | poet, of course," said Cassandra.<|quote|>"But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me,"</|quote|>she went on, disregarding Mr. | "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra.<|quote|>"But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me,"</|quote|>she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. | in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra.<|quote|>"But I must confess that I knew that before,... | for their youth and their sex, he asserted his presence by a very nervous laugh. Cassandra turned to him directly. She was enchanted to find that, instantly and with such ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extraction. "There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, Willi... | one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal... | if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney on her left were in equal measure endowed with the quality which seemed to her so unmistakable and so precious that the way people neglected to demand it was a constant source of surprise to ... | was impressed again by Katharine s maturity; and, as she enveloped herself in the blue dress which filled almost the whole of the long looking-glass with blue light and made it the frame of a picture, holding not only the slightly moving effigy of the beautiful woman, but shapes and colors of objects reflected from the... | door sprang open, and dinner was announced, and they filed off, William Rodney offering her his slightly bent black arm, as she had secretly hoped he would. In short, had the scene been looked at only through her eyes, it must have been described as one of magical brilliancy. The pattern of the soup-plates, the stiff f... | Night And Day |
she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. | No speaker | got your manuscript with me,"<|quote|>she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way.</|quote|>"I ve got all sorts | isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me,"<|quote|>she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way.</|quote|>"I ve got all sorts of things I want to | of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me,"<|quote|>she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way.</|quo... | was enchanted to find that, instantly and with such ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extraction. "There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ t... | sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parliament. William, nominally engaged in a desultory conversation with Aunt Eleano... | and William Rodney on her left were in equal measure endowed with the quality which seemed to her so unmistakable and so precious that the way people neglected to demand it was a constant source of surprise to her. She scarcely knew, indeed, whether she was talking to Mr. Peyton or to William Rodney. But to one who, by... | of the long looking-glass with blue light and made it the frame of a picture, holding not only the slightly moving effigy of the beautiful woman, but shapes and colors of objects reflected from the background, Cassandra thought that no sight had ever been quite so romantic. It was all in keeping with the room and the h... | in the shape of arum lilies, the long sticks of bread tied with pink ribbon, the silver dishes and the sea-colored champagne glasses, with the flakes of gold congealed in their stems all these details, together with a curiously pervasive smell of kid gloves, contributed to her exhilaration, which must be repressed, how... | Night And Day |
"I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." | Cassandra Otway | Peyton in a shameless way.<|quote|>"I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it."</|quote|>William inclined his head and | she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way.<|quote|>"I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it."</|quote|>William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure | facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way.<|quote|>"I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it... | another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extraction. "There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Pe... | He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parliament. William, nominally engaged in a desultory conversation with Aunt Eleanor, heard every word, and taking advantage of the f... | endowed with the quality which seemed to her so unmistakable and so precious that the way people neglected to demand it was a constant source of surprise to her. She scarcely knew, indeed, whether she was talking to Mr. Peyton or to William Rodney. But to one who, by degrees, assumed the shape of an elderly man with a ... | the frame of a picture, holding not only the slightly moving effigy of the beautiful woman, but shapes and colors of objects reflected from the background, Cassandra thought that no sight had ever been quite so romantic. It was all in keeping with the room and the house, and the city round them; for her ears had not ye... | what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather th... | Night And Day |
William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, and if Cassandra erred even slightly from what he consid... | No speaker | to ask you about it."<|quote|>William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, and if Cassandra erred eve... | sorts of things I want to ask you about it."<|quote|>William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, and... | poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it."<|quote|>William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that... | no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I kn... | his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parliament. William, nominally engaged in a desultory conversation with Aunt Eleanor, heard every word, and taking advantage of the fact that elderly ladies have little continuity of conversation, at least wi... | the way people neglected to demand it was a constant source of surprise to her. She scarcely knew, indeed, whether she was talking to Mr. Peyton or to William Rodney. But to one who, by degrees, assumed the shape of an elderly man with a mustache, she described how she had arrived in London that very afternoon, and how... | beautiful woman, but shapes and colors of objects reflected from the background, Cassandra thought that no sight had ever been quite so romantic. It was all in keeping with the room and the house, and the city round them; for her ears had not yet ceased to notice the hum of distant wheels. They went downstairs rather l... | the shape of arum lilies, the long sticks of bread tied with pink ribbon, the silver dishes and the sea-colored champagne glasses, with the flakes of gold congealed in their stems all these details, together with a curiously pervasive smell of kid gloves, contributed to her exhilaration, which must be repressed, howeve... | Night And Day |
"First of all," | Cassandra Otway | in her flattery after that.<|quote|>"First of all,"</|quote|>she proceeded, "I want to | he would find no pleasure in her flattery after that.<|quote|>"First of all,"</|quote|>she proceeded, "I want to know why you chose to | it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, and if Cassandra erred even slightly from what he considered essential in this respect he would express his discomfort by flinging out his hands and wrinkling his forehead; he would find no pleasure in her flattery after that.<|quote|>"First of all,"</... | in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotiona... | and with such ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extraction. "There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduc... | apparent understanding. At least, he understood that she was very young and pretty, and saw that she was excited, though he could not gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was... | tuning up of the instruments of the orchestra. It seemed to her that there were numbers of people in the room, and that they were strangers, and that they were beautiful and dressed with the greatest distinction, although they proved to be mostly her relations, and the distinction of their clothing was confined, in the... | repeatedly, with apparent understanding. At least, he understood that she was very young and pretty, and saw that she was excited, though he could not gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she t... | Night And Day |
she proceeded, | No speaker | after that. "First of all,"<|quote|>she proceeded,</|quote|>"I want to know why | no pleasure in her flattery after that. "First of all,"<|quote|>she proceeded,</|quote|>"I want to know why you chose to write a | who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, and if Cassandra erred even slightly from what he considered essential in this respect he would express his discomfort by flinging out his hands and wrinkling his forehead; he would find no pleasure in her flattery after that. "First of all,"<|quote|>she proceeded,</... | way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in lite... | ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extraction. "There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" ... | least, he understood that she was very young and pretty, and saw that she was excited, though he could not gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable... | the instruments of the orchestra. It seemed to her that there were numbers of people in the room, and that they were strangers, and that they were beautiful and dressed with the greatest distinction, although they proved to be mostly her relations, and the distinction of their clothing was confined, in the eyes of an i... | desultory conversation with Aunt Eleanor, heard every word, and taking advantage of the fact that elderly ladies have little continuity of conversation, at least with those whom they esteem for their youth and their sex, he asserted his presence by a very nervous laugh. Cassandra turned to him directly. She was enchant... | Night And Day |
"I want to know why you chose to write a play?" | Cassandra Otway | "First of all," she proceeded,<|quote|>"I want to know why you chose to write a play?"</|quote|>"Ah! You mean it s | in her flattery after that. "First of all," she proceeded,<|quote|>"I want to know why you chose to write a play?"</|quote|>"Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?" "I mean that | a gross or emotional taste in literature, and if Cassandra erred even slightly from what he considered essential in this respect he would express his discomfort by flinging out his hands and wrinkling his forehead; he would find no pleasure in her flattery after that. "First of all," she proceeded,<|quote|>"I want to k... | ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, ... | of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extraction. "There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton ask... | understood that she was very young and pretty, and saw that she was excited, though he could not gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries... | of the orchestra. It seemed to her that there were numbers of people in the room, and that they were strangers, and that they were beautiful and dressed with the greatest distinction, although they proved to be mostly her relations, and the distinction of their clothing was confined, in the eyes of an impartial observe... | mind some fragment of what privately she called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney on her left were in equal measure endowed with the quality which seemed to her so unmistakable ... | Night And Day |
"Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?" | William Rodney | chose to write a play?"<|quote|>"Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?"</|quote|>"I mean that I don | want to know why you chose to write a play?"<|quote|>"Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?"</|quote|>"I mean that I don t see what it would | even slightly from what he considered essential in this respect he would express his discomfort by flinging out his hands and wrinkling his forehead; he would find no pleasure in her flattery after that. "First of all," she proceeded, "I want to know why you chose to write a play?"<|quote|>"Ah! You mean it s not dramat... | about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, and if Cassandra erred even slightly from wha... | "There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess ... | she was excited, though he could not gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read,... | of people in the room, and that they were strangers, and that they were beautiful and dressed with the greatest distinction, although they proved to be mostly her relations, and the distinction of their clothing was confined, in the eyes of an impartial observer, to the white waistcoat which Rodney wore. But they all r... | whether she was talking to Mr. Peyton or to William Rodney. But to one who, by degrees, assumed the shape of an elderly man with a mustache, she described how she had arrived in London that very afternoon, and how she had taken a cab and driven through the streets. Mr. Peyton, an editor of fifty years, bowed his bald h... | Night And Day |
"I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," | Cassandra Otway | mean it s not dramatic?"<|quote|>"I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive,"</|quote|>she insi... | write a play?" "Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?"<|quote|>"I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite posi... | in this respect he would express his discomfort by flinging out his hands and wrinkling his forehead; he would find no pleasure in her flattery after that. "First of all," she proceeded, "I want to know why you chose to write a play?" "Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?"<|quote|>"I mean that I don t see what it would gain... | tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, and if Cassandra erred even slightly from what he considered essential in this respect... | in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it i... | gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the ... | they were strangers, and that they were beautiful and dressed with the greatest distinction, although they proved to be mostly her relations, and the distinction of their clothing was confined, in the eyes of an impartial observer, to the white waistcoat which Rodney wore. But they all rose simultaneously, which was by... | she was very young and pretty, and saw that she was excited, though he could not gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire t... | Night And Day |
she insisted, | No speaker | But I m quite positive,"<|quote|>she insisted,</|quote|>"that Shakespeare wrote for the | Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive,"<|quote|>she insisted,</|quote|>"that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," | don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive,"<|quote|>she insisted,</|quote|>"that Shakespeare wrote for the st... | would express his discomfort by flinging out his hands and wrinkling his forehead; he would find no pleasure in her flattery after that. "First of all," she proceeded, "I want to know why you chose to write a play?" "Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?" "I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then d... | that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. Howe... | read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parlia... | and they all exclaimed, and shook hands, and she was introduced to Mr. Peyton, and the door sprang open, and dinner was announced, and they filed off, William Rodney offering her his slightly bent black arm, as she had secretly hoped he would. In short, had the scene been looked at only through her eyes, it must have b... | gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the ... | Night And Day |
"that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." | Cassandra Otway | m quite positive," she insisted,<|quote|>"that Shakespeare wrote for the stage."</|quote|>"You re perfectly right," Rodney | once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted,<|quote|>"that Shakespeare wrote for the stage."</|quote|>"You re perfectly right," Rodney exclaimed. "I was hoping you | see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted,<|quote|>"that Shakespeare wrote for the stage."</|quote|>... | his discomfort by flinging out his hands and wrinkling his forehead; he would find no pleasure in her flattery after that. "First of all," she proceeded, "I want to know why you chose to write a play?" "Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?" "I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespear... | knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However sus... | one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parliament. Wil... | all exclaimed, and shook hands, and she was introduced to Mr. Peyton, and the door sprang open, and dinner was announced, and they filed off, William Rodney offering her his slightly bent black arm, as she had secretly hoped he would. In short, had the scene been looked at only through her eyes, it must have been descr... | with a mustache, she described how she had arrived in London that very afternoon, and how she had taken a cab and driven through the streets. Mr. Peyton, an editor of fifty years, bowed his bald head repeatedly, with apparent understanding. At least, he understood that she was very young and pretty, and saw that she wa... | Night And Day |
"You re perfectly right," | William Rodney | Shakespeare wrote for the stage."<|quote|>"You re perfectly right,"</|quote|>Rodney exclaimed. "I was hoping | quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage."<|quote|>"You re perfectly right,"</|quote|>Rodney exclaimed. "I was hoping you were on that side. | being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage."<|quote|>"You re perfectly right,"</|quote|>... | hands and wrinkling his forehead; he would find no pleasure in her flattery after that. "First of all," she proceeded, "I want to know why you chose to write a play?" "Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?" "I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always argu... | t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William... | of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parliament. William, nominally engaged in... | she was introduced to Mr. Peyton, and the door sprang open, and dinner was announced, and they filed off, William Rodney offering her his slightly bent black arm, as she had secretly hoped he would. In short, had the scene been looked at only through her eyes, it must have been described as one of magical brilliancy. T... | these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. H... | Night And Day |
Rodney exclaimed. | No speaker | stage." "You re perfectly right,"<|quote|>Rodney exclaimed.</|quote|>"I was hoping you were | "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right,"<|quote|>Rodney exclaimed.</|quote|>"I was hoping you were on that side. Henry s | does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right,"<|quote|>Rodney exclaimed.</|quote|>"I w... | forehead; he would find no pleasure in her flattery after that. "First of all," she proceeded, "I want to know why you chose to write a play?" "Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?" "I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I... | got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he... | Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parliament. William, nominally engaged in a desultory conver... | Mr. Peyton, and the door sprang open, and dinner was announced, and they filed off, William Rodney offering her his slightly bent black arm, as she had secretly hoped he would. In short, had the scene been looked at only through her eyes, it must have been described as one of magical brilliancy. The pattern of the soup... | endowed with the quality which seemed to her so unmistakable and so precious that the way people neglected to demand it was a constant source of surprise to her. She scarcely knew, indeed, whether she was talking to Mr. Peyton or to William Rodney. But to one who, by degrees, assumed the shape of an elderly man with a ... | Night And Day |
"I was hoping you were on that side. Henry s wrong entirely wrong. Of course, I ve failed, as all the moderns fail. Dear, dear, I wish I d consulted you before." | William Rodney | re perfectly right," Rodney exclaimed.<|quote|>"I was hoping you were on that side. Henry s wrong entirely wrong. Of course, I ve failed, as all the moderns fail. Dear, dear, I wish I d consulted you before."</|quote|>From this point they proceeded | wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," Rodney exclaimed.<|quote|>"I was hoping you were on that side. Henry s wrong entirely wrong. Of course, I ve failed, as all the moderns fail. Dear, dear, I wish I d consulted you before."</|quote|>From this point they proceeded to go over, as far | gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," Rodney exclaimed.<|quote|>"I was hoping you were on that... | would find no pleasure in her flattery after that. "First of all," she proceeded, "I want to know why you chose to write a play?" "Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?" "I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he... | manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would ne... | by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parliament. William, nominally engaged in a desultory conversation with... | and the door sprang open, and dinner was announced, and they filed off, William Rodney offering her his slightly bent black arm, as she had secretly hoped he would. In short, had the scene been looked at only through her eyes, it must have been described as one of magical brilliancy. The pattern of the soup-plates, the... | no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parliament. William, nominally engaged in a desultory conversation with Au... | Night And Day |
From this point they proceeded to go over, as far as memory served them, the different aspects of Rodney s drama. She said nothing that jarred upon him, and untrained daring had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated th... | No speaker | I d consulted you before."<|quote|>From this point they proceeded to go over, as far as memory served them, the different aspects of Rodney s drama. She said nothing that jarred upon him, and untrained daring had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspen... | fail. Dear, dear, I wish I d consulted you before."<|quote|>From this point they proceeded to go over, as far as memory served them, the different aspects of Rodney s drama. She said nothing that jarred upon him, and untrained daring had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently see... | I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," Rodney exclaimed. "I was hoping you were on that side. Henry s wrong entirely wrong. Of course, I ve failed, as all the moderns fail. Dear, dear, I wish I d consulted you before."<|quote|>From this point they proceeded ... | "I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stag... | tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, and if Cassandra erred even slightly from what he considered essential in this respect... | one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parliament. William, nominally engaged in a desultory conversation with Aunt Eleanor, heard every word, and taking advantage of the fact that elderly ladies have little continuity of conversation, at least with those whom they esteem for... | the scene been looked at only through her eyes, it must have been described as one of magical brilliancy. The pattern of the soup-plates, the stiff folds of the napkins, which rose by the side of each plate in the shape of arum lilies, the long sticks of bread tied with pink ribbon, the silver dishes and the sea-colore... | sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parliament. William, nominally engaged in a desultory conversation with Aunt Eleano... | Night And Day |
"You ve not read The Idiot !" | Cassandra Otway | rose high in its excitement.<|quote|>"You ve not read The Idiot !"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "I ve read | his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement.<|quote|>"You ve not read The Idiot !"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William | principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement.<|quote|>"You ve not read The Idiot !"</... | as far as memory served them, the different aspects of Rodney s drama. She said nothing that jarred upon him, and untrained daring had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery... | it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," ... | use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she ... | world held no more for her to marvel at, it is true; but it held other people; and each other person possessed in Cassandra s mind some fragment of what privately she called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton o... | her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, and if Cassandra erred even slightly from what he considered essential in this respect he would express his discomfort by... | Night And Day |
she exclaimed. | No speaker | not read The Idiot !"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"I ve read War and | in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a | to herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"I ve read War and Pe... | different aspects of Rodney s drama. She said nothing that jarred upon him, and untrained daring had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had n... | then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," Rodney exclaimed. "I was hoping yo... | name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton ... | marvel at, it is true; but it held other people; and each other person possessed in Cassandra s mind some fragment of what privately she called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney... | carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ... | Night And Day |
"I ve read War and Peace ," | William Rodney | The Idiot !" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"I ve read War and Peace ,"</|quote|>William replied, a little testily. | excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"I ve read War and Peace ,"</|quote|>William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, | that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"I ve read War and Peace ,"</|quote|>Will... | of Rodney s drama. She said nothing that jarred upon him, and untrained daring had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had never seen him to s... | Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," Rodney exclaimed. "I was hoping you were on ... | never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shamel... | it is true; but it held other people; and each other person possessed in Cassandra s mind some fragment of what privately she called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney on her lef... | about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was tol... | Night And Day |
William replied, a little testily. | No speaker | read War and Peace ,"<|quote|>William replied, a little testily.</|quote|>"_War and Peace_!" she echoed, | !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ,"<|quote|>William replied, a little testily.</|quote|>"_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision. | such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ,"<|quote|>William replied, a little testily.</|quote|>... | that jarred upon him, and untrained daring had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow d... | arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," Rodney exclaimed. "I was hoping you were on that side. Henry s wrong entirely wrong. ... | you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of thing... | people; and each other person possessed in Cassandra s mind some fragment of what privately she called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney on her left were in equal measure endowe... | was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Lib... | Night And Day |
"_War and Peace_!" | Cassandra Otway | William replied, a little testily.<|quote|>"_War and Peace_!"</|quote|>she echoed, in a tone | read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily.<|quote|>"_War and Peace_!"</|quote|>she echoed, in a tone of derision. "I confess I | somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily.<|quote|>"_War and Peace_!"</|quote|>she echoe... | untrained daring had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her ... | certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," Rodney exclaimed. "I was hoping you were on that side. Henry s wrong entirely wrong. Of course, I ve failed, as all ... | "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about ... | possessed in Cassandra s mind some fragment of what privately she called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney on her left were in equal measure endowed with the quality which seeme... | to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, and if Cassandra erred even slightly from what he considered essential in this respect he wo... | Night And Day |
she echoed, in a tone of derision. | No speaker | little testily. "_War and Peace_!"<|quote|>she echoed, in a tone of derision.</|quote|>"I confess I don t | Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!"<|quote|>she echoed, in a tone of derision.</|quote|>"I confess I don t understand the Russians." "Shake hands! | reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!"<|quote|>she echoed, in a tone of derision.</|quo... | the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was d... | wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," Rodney exclaimed. "I was hoping you were on that side. Henry s wrong entirely wrong. Of course, I ve failed, as all the moderns f... | do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inc... | s mind some fragment of what privately she called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney on her left were in equal measure endowed with the quality which seemed to her so unmistakabl... | Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," Rodney exclaimed. "I was hoping you were on that side. Henry s... | Night And Day |
"I confess I don t understand the Russians." | William Rodney | in a tone of derision.<|quote|>"I confess I don t understand the Russians."</|quote|>"Shake hands! Shake hands!" boomed | "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision.<|quote|>"I confess I don t understand the Russians."</|quote|>"Shake hands! Shake hands!" boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the | dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision.<|quote|>"I confess I don t understand the Russ... | an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she ha... | because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," Rodney exclaimed. "I was hoping you were on that side. Henry s wrong entirely wrong. Of course, I ve failed, as all the moderns fail. Dear, dear, I wish I d ... | asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal t... | she called "reality." It was a gift that they would impart if you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney on her left were in equal measure endowed with the quality which seemed to her so unmistakable and so precious that the way people n... | he would find no pleasure in her flattery after that. "First of all," she proceeded, "I want to know why you chose to write a play?" "Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?" "I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain... | Night And Day |
boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the table. | No speaker | Russians." "Shake hands! Shake hands!"<|quote|>boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the table.</|quote|>"Neither do I. And I | I don t understand the Russians." "Shake hands! Shake hands!"<|quote|>boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the table.</|quote|>"Neither do I. And I hazard the opinion that they | s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision. "I confess I don t understand the Russians." "Shake hands! Shake hands!"<|quote|>boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the tabl... | before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. ... | m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," Rodney exclaimed. "I was hoping you were on that side. Henry s wrong entirely wrong. Of course, I ve failed, as all the moderns fail. Dear, dear, I wish I d consulted you before." From this point they proceeded to go over... | I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not ... | you asked them for it, and thus no dinner-party could possibly be dull, and little Mr. Peyton on her right and William Rodney on her left were in equal measure endowed with the quality which seemed to her so unmistakable and so precious that the way people neglected to demand it was a constant source of surprise to her... | not dramatic?" "I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wro... | Night And Day |
The old gentleman had ruled a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon s... | No speaker | that they don t themselves."<|quote|>The old gentleman had ruled a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Alth... | And I hazard the opinion that they don t themselves."<|quote|>The old gentleman had ruled a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pro... | and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision. "I confess I don t understand the Russians." "Shake hands! Shake hands!" boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the table. "Neither do I. And I hazard the opinion that they don t themselves."<|quote|>The old gentleman had rul... | seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War... | you were on that side. Henry s wrong entirely wrong. Of course, I ve failed, as all the moderns fail. Dear, dear, I wish I d consulted you before." From this point they proceeded to go over, as far as memory served them, the different aspects of Rodney s drama. She said nothing that jarred upon him, and untrained darin... | she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from ... | and William Rodney on her left were in equal measure endowed with the quality which seemed to her so unmistakable and so precious that the way people neglected to demand it was a constant source of surprise to her. She scarcely knew, indeed, whether she was talking to Mr. Peyton or to William Rodney. But to one who, by... | entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parliament. William, nominally engaged in a desultory conversation with Aunt Eleanor, heard every word, and taking advantage of the fact that elderly ladies have little continuity of conversation, at least with t... | Night And Day |
she announced positively. | No speaker | a fit subject for fiction,"<|quote|>she announced positively.</|quote|>"There s the well-known case | proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction,"<|quote|>she announced positively.</|quote|>"There s the well-known case of Hamlet," Mr. Hilbery interposed, | had a fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction,"<|quote|>she announced positively.</|quote|>"There s the w... | the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthropy for twenty-five years, she had a fine natural instin... | who was dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision. "I confess I don t understand the Russ... | you chose to write a play?" "Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?" "I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite... | young and pretty, and saw that she was excited, though he could not gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whethe... | him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve... | Night And Day |
"There s the well-known case of Hamlet," | Mr. Hilbery | for fiction," she announced positively.<|quote|>"There s the well-known case of Hamlet,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery interposed, in his | is not a fit subject for fiction," she announced positively.<|quote|>"There s the well-known case of Hamlet,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery interposed, in his leisurely, half-humorous tones. "Ah, but | natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction," she announced positively.<|quote|>"There s the well-known case of Ha... | saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthropy for twenty-five years, she had a fine natural instinct for an ups... | some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision. "I confess I don t understand the Russians." "Shake ... | write a play?" "Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?" "I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," s... | and saw that she was excited, though he could not gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of th... | deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined h... | Night And Day |
Mr. Hilbery interposed, in his leisurely, half-humorous tones. | No speaker | the well-known case of Hamlet,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery interposed, in his leisurely, half-humorous tones.</|quote|>"Ah, but poetry s different, | she announced positively. "There s the well-known case of Hamlet,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery interposed, in his leisurely, half-humorous tones.</|quote|>"Ah, but poetry s different, Trevor," said Aunt Eleanor, as | pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction," she announced positively. "There s the well-known case of Hamlet,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery interposed, in his... | the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthropy for twenty-five years, she had a fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hair... | forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision. "I confess I don t understand the Russians." "Shake hands! Shake hands!" boomed Uncle Aubre... | s not dramatic?" "I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare w... | he could not gather at once from her words or remember from his own experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who loo... | "First of all," she proceeded, "I want to know why you chose to write a play?" "Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?" "I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only se... | Night And Day |
said Aunt Eleanor, as if she had special authority from Shakespeare to say so. | No speaker | but poetry s different, Trevor,"<|quote|>said Aunt Eleanor, as if she had special authority from Shakespeare to say so.</|quote|>"Different altogether. And I ve | his leisurely, half-humorous tones. "Ah, but poetry s different, Trevor,"<|quote|>said Aunt Eleanor, as if she had special authority from Shakespeare to say so.</|quote|>"Different altogether. And I ve never thought, for my part, | not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction," she announced positively. "There s the well-known case of Hamlet," Mr. Hilbery interposed, in his leisurely, half-humorous tones. "Ah, but poetry s different, Trevor,"<|quote|>said Aunt E... | its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthropy for twenty-five years, she had a fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born... | read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision. "I confess I don t understand the Russians." "Shake hands! Shake hands!" boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the table. "Neither do I. And I hazard the opinion that they don ... | by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are always arguing about Shakespeare. I m certain he s wrong, but I can t prove it because I ve only seen Shakespeare acted once in Lincoln. But I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," Rodney exclaim... | experience what there was to be excited about. "Were there any buds on the trees?" he asked. "Which line did she travel by?" He was cut short in these amiable inquiries by her desire to know whether he was one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. H... | I ve failed, as all the moderns fail. Dear, dear, I wish I d consulted you before." From this point they proceeded to go over, as far as memory served them, the different aspects of Rodney s drama. She said nothing that jarred upon him, and untrained daring had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that R... | Night And Day |
For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There wa... | No speaker | is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?"<|quote|>For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer ... | as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?"<|quote|>For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had nev... | in his leisurely, half-humorous tones. "Ah, but poetry s different, Trevor," said Aunt Eleanor, as if she had special authority from Shakespeare to say so. "Different altogether. And I ve never thought, for my part, that Hamlet was as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?"<|quote|>For, as there was a ... | to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction," she announced positively. "There s the well-known case of Hamlet," Mr. Hilbery interposed, in his leisurely, half-humorous to... | hands!" boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the table. "Neither do I. And I hazard the opinion that they don t themselves." The old gentleman had ruled a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much t... | I m quite positive," she insisted, "that Shakespeare wrote for the stage." "You re perfectly right," Rodney exclaimed. "I was hoping you were on that side. Henry s wrong entirely wrong. Of course, I ve failed, as all the moderns fail. Dear, dear, I wish I d consulted you before." From this point they proceeded to go ov... | one of those who read, or one of those who look out of the window? Mr. Peyton was by no means sure which he did. He rather thought he did both. He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession. She could deduce his entire history from that one fact. He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal... | out his hands and wrinkling his forehead; he would find no pleasure in her flattery after that. "First of all," she proceeded, "I want to know why you chose to write a play?" "Ah! You mean it s not dramatic?" "I mean that I don t see what it would gain by being acted. But then does Shakespeare gain? Henry and I are alw... | Night And Day |
"Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" | Mrs. Hilbery | in upon his judicious meditations.<|quote|>"Lovely, lovely Ophelia!"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "What a wonderful | say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations.<|quote|>"Lovely, lovely Ophelia!"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I | rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations.<|quote|>"Lovely, lovely Ophelia!"</|quote|>she e... | Hamlet was as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that ... | she had a fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction," she announced positively. "There s the well-known cas... | experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was d... | elderly ladies have little continuity of conversation, at least with those whom they esteem for their youth and their sex, he asserted his presence by a very nervous laugh. Cassandra turned to him directly. She was enchanted to find that, instantly and with such ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering un... | was hoping you were on that side. Henry s wrong entirely wrong. Of course, I ve failed, as all the moderns fail. Dear, dear, I wish I d consulted you before." From this point they proceeded to go over, as far as memory served them, the different aspects of Rodney s drama. She said nothing that jarred upon him, and untr... | Night And Day |
she exclaimed. | No speaker | judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"What a wonderful power it | Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up | side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Wha... | mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never b... | fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction," she announced positively. "There s the well-known case of Hamle... | an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she ha... | little continuity of conversation, at least with those whom they esteem for their youth and their sex, he asserted his presence by a very nervous laugh. Cassandra turned to him directly. She was enchanted to find that, instantly and with such ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her ... | written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthropy for twenty-five years, she had a fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew t... | Night And Day |
"What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says," | Mrs. Hilbery | "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says,"</|quote|>Oh, ma am, the water | in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says,"</|quote|>Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the ci... | that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"What a wonderful power it i... | they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been abl... | instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction," she announced positively. "There s the well-known case of Hamlet," Mr. Hilbe... | that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotte... | of conversation, at least with those whom they esteem for their youth and their sex, he asserted his presence by a very nervous laugh. Cassandra turned to him directly. She was enchanted to find that, instantly and with such ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extraction. "There... | herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William repli... | Night And Day |
Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone. | No speaker | me my tea, and says,"<|quote|>Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone.</|quote|>"And then I open a | electric light when she brings me my tea, and says,"<|quote|>Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone.</|quote|>"And then I open a little green book, and the | it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says,"<|quote|>Oh, ma am, the water s fr... | little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. ... | proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction," she announced positively. "There s the well-known case of Hamlet," Mr. Hilbery interposed, in his leisurely, half-humorous tones. "Ah, but poetry s different, Trevor," said Aunt Eleanor, as if she had special authority from Shakespeare to say so. "Different altoget... | he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a to... | and with such ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extraction. "There s no doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduc... | ruled a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthro... | Night And Day |
"And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" | Mrs. Hilbery | her finger to the bone.<|quote|>"And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling"</|quote|>She looked about her as | cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone.<|quote|>"And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling"</|quote|>She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly | is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says," Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone.<|quote|>"And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, t... | that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the mornin... | Hamlet," Mr. Hilbery interposed, in his leisurely, half-humorous tones. "Ah, but poetry s different, Trevor," said Aunt Eleanor, as if she had special authority from Shakespeare to say so. "Different altogether. And I ve never thought, for my part, that Hamlet was as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyt... | had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision. "I confess I don t understand the Russians." "Shake hands! Shake hands!" boomed Uncle A... | doubt what _you_ do in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew ... | reminded her of some one who was dead, some one who was distinguished she had forgotten his name. Cassandra s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision. "I confess I ... | Night And Day |
She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. | No speaker | stars shining, the flowers twinkling"<|quote|>She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table.</|quote|>"Has the cook cut her | the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling"<|quote|>She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table.</|quote|>"Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, | on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says," Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone. "And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling"<|quote|>She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly mani... | both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she... | if she had special authority from Shakespeare to say so. "Different altogether. And I ve never thought, for my part, that Hamlet was as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. ... | she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision. "I confess I don t understand the Russians." "Shake hands! Shake hands!" boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the table. "Neither do I. And I hazard the opinion that they don t themselves." The... | name. "You never _once_ look out of the window; you read _all_ the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that?" Mr. Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton ... | daring had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some on... | Night And Day |
Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine. | No speaker | cook cut her finger badly?"<|quote|>Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine.</|quote|>"Oh, the cook s finger | her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?"<|quote|>Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine.</|quote|>"Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of | cook s cut her finger to the bone. "And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?"<|quote|>Aunt Eleanor demanded, add... | Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says," Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone. "And then I open a lit... | as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had neve... | derision. "I confess I don t understand the Russians." "Shake hands! Shake hands!" boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the table. "Neither do I. And I hazard the opinion that they don t themselves." The old gentleman had ruled a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have writ... | Peyton asked. "Oh, that he s a poet, of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to co... | "Shake hands! Shake hands!" boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the table. "Neither do I. And I hazard the opinion that they don t themselves." The old gentleman had ruled a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession... | Night And Day |
"Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting it," | Mrs. Hilbery | addressing herself naturally to Katharine.<|quote|>"Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting it,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery. "But if | finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine.<|quote|>"Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting it,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery. "But if she had cut her arm | "And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine.<|qu... | is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says," Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone. "And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars... | your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to... | Russians." "Shake hands! Shake hands!" boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the table. "Neither do I. And I hazard the opinion that they don t themselves." The old gentleman had ruled a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took... | of course," said Cassandra. "But I must confess that I knew that before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark ga... | altogether. And I ve never thought, for my part, that Hamlet was as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rathe... | Night And Day |
said Mrs. Hilbery. | No speaker | my way of putting it,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery.</|quote|>"But if she had cut | cook s finger is only my way of putting it,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery.</|quote|>"But if she had cut her arm off, Katharine would | singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine. "Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting it,"<|quot... | a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says," Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone. "And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if ... | present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he ... | "Neither do I. And I hazard the opinion that they don t themselves." The old gentleman had ruled a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs... | before, so it isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible t... | my part, that Hamlet was as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a ... | Night And Day |
"But if she had cut her arm off, Katharine would have sewn it on again," | Mrs. Hilbery | putting it," said Mrs. Hilbery.<|quote|>"But if she had cut her arm off, Katharine would have sewn it on again,"</|quote|>she remarked, with an affectionate | is only my way of putting it," said Mrs. Hilbery.<|quote|>"But if she had cut her arm off, Katharine would have sewn it on again,"</|quote|>she remarked, with an affectionate glance at her daughter, who | shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine. "Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting it," said Mrs. Hilbery.<|quot... | outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says," Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone. "And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presenc... | person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon... | And I hazard the opinion that they don t themselves." The old gentleman had ruled a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing... | isn t fair. I ve got your manuscript with me," she went on, disregarding Mr. Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery Wil... | She said nothing that jarred upon him, and untrained daring had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes,... | Night And Day |
she remarked, with an affectionate glance at her daughter, who looked, she thought, a little sad. | No speaker | have sewn it on again,"<|quote|>she remarked, with an affectionate glance at her daughter, who looked, she thought, a little sad.</|quote|>"But what horrid, horrid thoughts," | her arm off, Katharine would have sewn it on again,"<|quote|>she remarked, with an affectionate glance at her daughter, who looked, she thought, a little sad.</|quote|>"But what horrid, horrid thoughts," she wound up, laying down | themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine. "Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting it," said Mrs. Hilbery. "But if she had cut her arm off, Katharine would have sewn it on again,"<|quote|>she remarked, with an a... | says," Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone. "And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook ... | a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations... | a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthropy for... | Peyton in a shameless way. "I ve got all sorts of things I want to ask you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or e... | read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision. "I confess I don t understand the Russians." "Shake hands! Shake hands!" boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the table. "Neither do I. And I hazard the opinion that they don ... | Night And Day |
"But what horrid, horrid thoughts," | Mrs. Hilbery | she thought, a little sad.<|quote|>"But what horrid, horrid thoughts,"</|quote|>she wound up, laying down | at her daughter, who looked, she thought, a little sad.<|quote|>"But what horrid, horrid thoughts,"</|quote|>she wound up, laying down her napkin and pushing her | herself naturally to Katharine. "Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting it," said Mrs. Hilbery. "But if she had cut her arm off, Katharine would have sewn it on again," she remarked, with an affectionate glance at her daughter, who looked, she thought, a little sad.<|quote|>"But what horrid, horrid thoughts,"<... | finger to the bone. "And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself natural... | that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I w... | he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthropy for twenty-five years, she had a fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pr... | you about it." William inclined his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, and if Cassandra erred even slightly from... | in his leisurely, half-humorous tones. "Ah, but poetry s different, Trevor," said Aunt Eleanor, as if she had special authority from Shakespeare to say so. "Different altogether. And I ve never thought, for my part, that Hamlet was as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister... | Night And Day |
she wound up, laying down her napkin and pushing her chair back. | No speaker | "But what horrid, horrid thoughts,"<|quote|>she wound up, laying down her napkin and pushing her chair back.</|quote|>"Come, let us find something | she thought, a little sad. "But what horrid, horrid thoughts,"<|quote|>she wound up, laying down her napkin and pushing her chair back.</|quote|>"Come, let us find something more cheerful to talk about | the cook s finger is only my way of putting it," said Mrs. Hilbery. "But if she had cut her arm off, Katharine would have sewn it on again," she remarked, with an affectionate glance at her daughter, who looked, she thought, a little sad. "But what horrid, horrid thoughts,"<|quote|>she wound up, laying down her napkin ... | then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine. "Oh, the... | he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all... | the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthropy for twenty-five years, she had a fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hair... | his head and tried to conceal the pleasure that her remark gave him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, and if Cassandra erred even slightly from what he considered essential in... | that they don t themselves." The old gentleman had ruled a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she... | Night And Day |
"Come, let us find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs." | Mrs. Hilbery | and pushing her chair back.<|quote|>"Come, let us find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs."</|quote|>Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra | up, laying down her napkin and pushing her chair back.<|quote|>"Come, let us find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs."</|quote|>Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, | Mrs. Hilbery. "But if she had cut her arm off, Katharine would have sewn it on again," she remarked, with an affectionate glance at her daughter, who looked, she thought, a little sad. "But what horrid, horrid thoughts," she wound up, laying down her napkin and pushing her chair back.<|quote|>"Come, let us find somethi... | the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine. "Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting it," said Mrs. Hilb... | was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the ... | much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthropy for twenty-five years, she had a fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She ... | him. But the pleasure was not unalloyed. However susceptible to flattery William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, and if Cassandra erred even slightly from what he considered essential in this respect he would express his discomfort by flinging out hi... | Uncle Aubrey from across the table. "Neither do I. And I hazard the opinion that they don t themselves." The old gentleman had ruled a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. A... | Night And Day |
Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, first in the distinguished and expectant look of the room, and then in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assortment of human beings. But the low tones of the women, their meditative silences, the beauty which, to her at least, sh... | No speaker | cheerful to talk about upstairs."<|quote|>Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, first in the distinguished and expectant look of the room, and then in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assortment of human beings. But the low tones of the women, their meditative silen... | let us find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs."<|quote|>Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, first in the distinguished and expectant look of the room, and then in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assortment of human beings. But the low tones of the wo... | would have sewn it on again," she remarked, with an affectionate glance at her daughter, who looked, she thought, a little sad. "But what horrid, horrid thoughts," she wound up, laying down her napkin and pushing her chair back. "Come, let us find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs."<|quote|>Upstairs in the... | if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine. "Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting it," said Mrs. Hilbery. "But if she had cut her arm off, Katharine would have sewn it... | considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and... | an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthropy for twenty-five years, she had a fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud o... | William might be, he would never tolerate it from people who showed a gross or emotional taste in literature, and if Cassandra erred even slightly from what he considered essential in this respect he would express his discomfort by flinging out his hands and wrinkling his forehead; he would find no pleasure in her flat... | philanthropy for twenty-five years, she had a fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction," she announced pos... | Night And Day |
"What are you laughing at?" | Katharine Hilbery | concern and began to laugh.<|quote|>"What are you laughing at?"</|quote|>Katharine asked. A joke so | her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh.<|quote|>"What are you laughing at?"</|quote|>Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t | full of solicitude for the world which was somehow being cared for, managed and deprecated by Aunt Maggie and Aunt Eleanor. After a time she perceived that Katharine was outside the community in some way, and, suddenly, she threw aside her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh.<|quote|>"What are you laug... | subdued desire merely to watch and to whisper. She entered with delight into an atmosphere in which private matters were being interchanged freely, almost in monosyllables, by the older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solic... | horrid thoughts," she wound up, laying down her napkin and pushing her chair back. "Come, let us find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs." Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, first in the distinguished and expectant look of the room, and then in the chance of exercising h... | question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in t... | I d consulted you before." From this point they proceeded to go over, as far as memory served them, the different aspects of Rodney s drama. She said nothing that jarred upon him, and untrained daring had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended befo... | able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there... | Night And Day |
Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining. | No speaker | "What are you laughing at?"<|quote|>Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining.</|quote|>"It was nothing ridiculous in | concern and began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?"<|quote|>Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining.</|quote|>"It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but | world which was somehow being cared for, managed and deprecated by Aunt Maggie and Aunt Eleanor. After a time she perceived that Katharine was outside the community in some way, and, suddenly, she threw aside her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?"<|quote|>Katharine asked. ... | and to whisper. She entered with delight into an atmosphere in which private matters were being interchanged freely, almost in monosyllables, by the older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solicitude for the world which was s... | laying down her napkin and pushing her chair back. "Come, let us find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs." Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, first in the distinguished and expectant look of the room, and then in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assor... | been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; ... | From this point they proceeded to go over, as far as memory served them, the different aspects of Rodney s drama. She said nothing that jarred upon him, and untrained daring had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated th... | what horrid, horrid thoughts," she wound up, laying down her napkin and pushing her chair back. "Come, let us find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs." Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, first in the distinguished and expectant look of the room, and then in the chance of... | Night And Day |
"It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" | Cassandra Otway | unfilial wasn t worth explaining.<|quote|>"It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked"</|quote|>Katharine half shut her eyes | A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining.<|quote|>"It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked"</|quote|>Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked | Maggie and Aunt Eleanor. After a time she perceived that Katharine was outside the community in some way, and, suddenly, she threw aside her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining.<|quote|>"It was nothing ... | private matters were being interchanged freely, almost in monosyllables, by the older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solicitude for the world which was somehow being cared for, managed and deprecated by Aunt Maggie and Aun... | find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs." Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, first in the distinguished and expectant look of the room, and then in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assortment of human beings. But the low tones of the women, their medi... | be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric lig... | served them, the different aspects of Rodney s drama. She said nothing that jarred upon him, and untrained daring had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herse... | as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was muc... | Night And Day |
Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walke... | No speaker | shut your eyes and looked"<|quote|>Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the... | but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked"<|quote|>Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at ... | suddenly, she threw aside her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked"<|quote|>Katharine half shut her eye... | of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solicitude for the world which was somehow being cared for, managed and deprecated by Aunt Maggie and Aunt Eleanor. After a time she perceived that Katharine was outside the community in some way, and, suddenly, she threw asi... | in the distinguished and expectant look of the room, and then in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assortment of human beings. But the low tones of the women, their meditative silences, the beauty which, to her at least, shone even from black satin and the knobs of amber which encircled elderly necks... | in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says," Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s... | had the power to stimulate experience to such an extent that Rodney was frequently seen to hold his fork suspended before him, while he debated the first principles of the art. Mrs. Hilbery thought to herself that she had never seen him to such advantage; yes, he was somehow different; he reminded her of some one who w... | and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" ... | Night And Day |
"I utterly refuse to tell you!" | Cassandra Otway | what they were laughing at.<|quote|>"I utterly refuse to tell you!"</|quote|>Cassandra replied, standing up straight, | them and wanted to know what they were laughing at.<|quote|>"I utterly refuse to tell you!"</|quote|>Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front | and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at.<|quote|>"I utterly refuse to tell you!"</|quote|>... | asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her be... | to whisper. She entered with delight into an atmosphere in which private matters were being interchanged freely, almost in monosyllables, by the older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solicitude for the world which was someh... | little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine. "Oh, the cook s finger... | s voice rose high in its excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision. "I confess I don t understand the Russians." "Shake hands! Shake hands!" boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the table. "Neit... | had special authority from Shakespeare to say so. "Different altogether. And I ve never thought, for my part, that Hamlet was as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton ... | Night And Day |
Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. | No speaker | utterly refuse to tell you!"<|quote|>Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting.</|quote|>"Ah, but you... | they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!"<|quote|>Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchant... | her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!"<|quote|>Cassandra replied, standing up straight, c... | unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper th... | into an atmosphere in which private matters were being interchanged freely, almost in monosyllables, by the older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solicitude for the world which was somehow being cared for, managed and depre... | are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine. "Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting it," s... | excitement. "You ve not read The Idiot !" she exclaimed. "I ve read War and Peace ," William replied, a little testily. "_War and Peace_!" she echoed, in a tone of derision. "I confess I don t understand the Russians." "Shake hands! Shake hands!" boomed Uncle Aubrey from across the table. "Neither do I. And I hazard th... | as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been ... | Night And Day |
"Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," | William Rodney | was so adorable, so enchanting.<|quote|>"Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex,"</|quote|>he replied, drawing his feet | She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting.<|quote|>"Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex,"</|quote|>he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips | to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting.<|quote|>"Ah, but you re cruel to make me fee... | laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up ... | being cared for, managed and deprecated by Aunt Maggie and Aunt Eleanor. After a time she perceived that Katharine was outside the community in some way, and, suddenly, she threw aside her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial w... | way of putting it," said Mrs. Hilbery. "But if she had cut her arm off, Katharine would have sewn it on again," she remarked, with an affectionate glance at her daughter, who looked, she thought, a little sad. "But what horrid, horrid thoughts," she wound up, laying down her napkin and pushing her chair back. "Come, le... | from across the table. "Neither do I. And I hazard the opinion that they don t themselves." The old gentleman had ruled a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor s... | it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says," Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in ... | Night And Day |
he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane. | No speaker | the barbarity of my sex,"<|quote|>he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane.</|quote|>"We ve been discussing all | cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex,"<|quote|>he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane.</|quote|>"We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and | her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex,"<|quote|>he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his fin... | half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was d... | time she perceived that Katharine was outside the community in some way, and, suddenly, she threw aside her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but sti... | off, Katharine would have sewn it on again," she remarked, with an affectionate glance at her daughter, who looked, she thought, a little sad. "But what horrid, horrid thoughts," she wound up, laying down her napkin and pushing her chair back. "Come, let us find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs." Upstairs... | don t themselves." The old gentleman had ruled a large part of the Indian Empire, but he was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunt... | "Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting it," said Mrs. Hilbery. "But if she had cut her arm off, Katharine would have sewn it on again," she remarked, with an affectionate glance at her daughter, who looked, she thought, a little sad. "But what horrid, horrid thoughts," she wound up, laying down her napkin and... | Night And Day |
"We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." | William Rodney | imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane.<|quote|>"We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world."</|quote|>"You don t deceive us | pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane.<|quote|>"We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world."</|quote|>"You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. | the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane.<|quote|>"We ve been discussing all sor... | and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She... | her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in th... | who looked, she thought, a little sad. "But what horrid, horrid thoughts," she wound up, laying down her napkin and pushing her chair back. "Come, let us find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs." Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, first in the distinguished and expectant... | was in the habit of saying that he had rather have written the works of Dickens. The table now took possession of a subject much to its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthropy for twenty-five years, she had a fine natural... | birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine. "Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting ... | Night And Day |
"You don t deceive us for a minute!" | Cassandra Otway | than anything in the world."<|quote|>"You don t deceive us for a minute!"</|quote|>she cried. "Not for a | I want to know more than anything in the world."<|quote|>"You don t deceive us for a minute!"</|quote|>she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that | me feel the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world."<|quote|>"You don t deceive us for a minute!"... | straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing his f... | explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, throu... | us find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs." Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, first in the distinguished and expectant look of the room, and then in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assortment of human beings. But the low tones of the women, their m... | its liking. Aunt Eleanor showed premonitory signs of pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthropy for twenty-five years, she had a fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born... | meditative silences, the beauty which, to her at least, shone even from black satin and the knobs of amber which encircled elderly necks, changed her wish to chatter to a more subdued desire merely to watch and to whisper. She entered with delight into an atmosphere in which private matters were being interchanged free... | Night And Day |
she cried. | No speaker | deceive us for a minute!"<|quote|>she cried.</|quote|>"Not for a second. We | the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!"<|quote|>she cried.</|quote|>"Not for a second. We both know that you ve | replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!"<|quote|>she cried.</|quote|>"Not for a secon... | and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon... | of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage a... | upstairs." Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, first in the distinguished and expectant look of the room, and then in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assortment of human beings. But the low tones of the women, their meditative silences, the beauty which, to her a... | pronouncing an opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthropy for twenty-five years, she had a fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter t... | at her daughter, who looked, she thought, a little sad. "But what horrid, horrid thoughts," she wound up, laying down her napkin and pushing her chair back. "Come, let us find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs." Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, first in the distinguis... | Night And Day |
"Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" | Cassandra Otway | for a minute!" she cried.<|quote|>"Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?"</|quote|>"No," she replied, "I think | "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried.<|quote|>"Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?"</|quote|>"No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. | his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried.<|quote|>"Not for a second. We both know that you v... | him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imagina... | but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon ... | in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, first in the distinguished and expectant look of the room, and then in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assortment of human beings. But the low tones of the women, their meditative silences, the beauty which, to her at least, shone even ... | opinion. Although she had blunted her taste upon some form of philanthropy for twenty-five years, she had a fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud of. ... | one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solicitude for the world which was somehow being cared for, managed and deprecated by Aunt Maggie and Aunt Eleanor. After a time she perceived that Katharine was outside the community in some way, and, suddenly, she threw... | Night And Day |
"No," | Katharine Hilbery | immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?"<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>she replied, "I think he | you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?"<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He | all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?"<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>she replied, "I think he s speaking the t... | had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now... | she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what... | room, and then in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assortment of human beings. But the low tones of the women, their meditative silences, the beauty which, to her at least, shone even from black satin and the knobs of amber which encircled elderly necks, changed her wish to chatter to a more subdued... | fine natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction," she announced positively. "There s the well-known case of Hamle... | if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when... | Night And Day |
she replied, | No speaker | Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No,"<|quote|>she replied,</|quote|>"I think he s speaking | ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No,"<|quote|>she replied,</|quote|>"I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t | sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No,"<|quote|>she replied,</|quote|>"I think he s speaking the truth... | been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I s... | looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what the... | and then in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assortment of human beings. But the low tones of the women, their meditative silences, the beauty which, to her at least, shone even from black satin and the knobs of amber which encircled elderly necks, changed her wish to chatter to a more subdued desir... | natural instinct for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction," she announced positively. "There s the well-known case of Hamlet," M... | began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed m... | Night And Day |
"I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics." | Katharine Hilbery | he, Katharine?" "No," she replied,<|quote|>"I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics."</|quote|>Her words, though spoken simply, | enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied,<|quote|>"I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics."</|quote|>Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in | dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied,<|quote|>"I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care ... | at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never kno... | the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were lau... | in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assortment of human beings. But the low tones of the women, their meditative silences, the beauty which, to her at least, shone even from black satin and the knobs of amber which encircled elderly necks, changed her wish to chatter to a more subdued desire merely ... | for an upstart or a pretender, and knew to a hairbreadth what literature should be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction," she announced positively. "There s the well-known case of Hamlet," Mr. Hilbery interp... | am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone. "And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger... | Night And Day |
Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said seriously: | No speaker | t care much for politics."<|quote|>Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said seriously:</|quote|>"I detest politics." "I don | speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics."<|quote|>Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said seriously:</|quote|>"I detest politics." "I don t think any man has | than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics."<|quote|>Her words, though spoken simply, produced a c... | you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us f... | doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, cla... | But the low tones of the women, their meditative silences, the beauty which, to her at least, shone even from black satin and the knobs of amber which encircled elderly necks, changed her wish to chatter to a more subdued desire merely to watch and to whisper. She entered with delight into an atmosphere in which privat... | be and what it should not be. She was born to the knowledge, and scarcely thought it a matter to be proud of. "Insanity is not a fit subject for fiction," she announced positively. "There s the well-known case of Hamlet," Mr. Hilbery interposed, in his leisurely, half-humorous tones. "Ah, but poetry s different, Trevor... | of the room, and then in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assortment of human beings. But the low tones of the women, their meditative silences, the beauty which, to her at least, shone even from black satin and the knobs of amber which encircled elderly necks, changed her wish to chatter to a more ... | Night And Day |
"I detest politics." | William Rodney | of animation and said seriously:<|quote|>"I detest politics."</|quote|>"I don t think any | at once lost his look of animation and said seriously:<|quote|>"I detest politics."</|quote|>"I don t think any man has the right to | been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said seriously:<|quote|>"I detes... | opera-hat or malacca cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she repl... | the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had bee... | of amber which encircled elderly necks, changed her wish to chatter to a more subdued desire merely to watch and to whisper. She entered with delight into an atmosphere in which private matters were being interchanged freely, almost in monosyllables, by the older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her exp... | not a fit subject for fiction," she announced positively. "There s the well-known case of Hamlet," Mr. Hilbery interposed, in his leisurely, half-humorous tones. "Ah, but poetry s different, Trevor," said Aunt Eleanor, as if she had special authority from Shakespeare to say so. "Different altogether. And I ve never tho... | Katharine. "Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting it," said Mrs. Hilbery. "But if she had cut her arm off, Katharine would have sewn it on again," she remarked, with an affectionate glance at her daughter, who looked, she thought, a little sad. "But what horrid, horrid thoughts," she wound up, laying down her... | Night And Day |
"I don t think any man has the right to say that," | Cassandra Otway | said seriously: "I detest politics."<|quote|>"I don t think any man has the right to say that,"</|quote|>said Cassandra, almost severely. "I | his look of animation and said seriously: "I detest politics."<|quote|>"I don t think any man has the right to say that,"</|quote|>said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I | immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said seriously: "I detest politics."<|quote|>"I don t t... | cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s sp... | in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. ... | encircled elderly necks, changed her wish to chatter to a more subdued desire merely to watch and to whisper. She entered with delight into an atmosphere in which private matters were being interchanged freely, almost in monosyllables, by the older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became ... | subject for fiction," she announced positively. "There s the well-known case of Hamlet," Mr. Hilbery interposed, in his leisurely, half-humorous tones. "Ah, but poetry s different, Trevor," said Aunt Eleanor, as if she had special authority from Shakespeare to say so. "Different altogether. And I ve never thought, for ... | that Katharine was outside the community in some way, and, suddenly, she threw aside her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shu... | Night And Day |
said Cassandra, almost severely. | No speaker | the right to say that,"<|quote|>said Cassandra, almost severely.</|quote|>"I agree. I mean that | t think any man has the right to say that,"<|quote|>said Cassandra, almost severely.</|quote|>"I agree. I mean that I detest politicians," he corrected | speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said seriously: "I detest politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that,"<|quote|>said Cassandra, almost sev... | I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics." Her words... | what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting... | desire merely to watch and to whisper. She entered with delight into an atmosphere in which private matters were being interchanged freely, almost in monosyllables, by the older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solicitude fo... | Hamlet," Mr. Hilbery interposed, in his leisurely, half-humorous tones. "Ah, but poetry s different, Trevor," said Aunt Eleanor, as if she had special authority from Shakespeare to say so. "Different altogether. And I ve never thought, for my part, that Hamlet was as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyt... | necks, changed her wish to chatter to a more subdued desire merely to watch and to whisper. She entered with delight into an atmosphere in which private matters were being interchanged freely, almost in monosyllables, by the older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sy... | Night And Day |
"I agree. I mean that I detest politicians," | William Rodney | that," said Cassandra, almost severely.<|quote|>"I agree. I mean that I detest politicians,"</|quote|>he corrected himself quickly. "You | has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely.<|quote|>"I agree. I mean that I detest politicians,"</|quote|>he corrected himself quickly. "You see, I believe Cassandra is | doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said seriously: "I detest politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely.<|quote|>"I agree. I mean... | what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken sim... | at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel ... | and to whisper. She entered with delight into an atmosphere in which private matters were being interchanged freely, almost in monosyllables, by the older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solicitude for the world which was s... | in his leisurely, half-humorous tones. "Ah, but poetry s different, Trevor," said Aunt Eleanor, as if she had special authority from Shakespeare to say so. "Different altogether. And I ve never thought, for my part, that Hamlet was as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister... | her napkin and pushing her chair back. "Come, let us find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs." Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, first in the distinguished and expectant look of the room, and then in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assortment of hum... | Night And Day |
he corrected himself quickly. | No speaker | mean that I detest politicians,"<|quote|>he corrected himself quickly.</|quote|>"You see, I believe Cassandra | almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I detest politicians,"<|quote|>he corrected himself quickly.</|quote|>"You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a | though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said seriously: "I detest politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I detest politicians,"<|quote|>he corrected hi... | in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the l... | replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," he r... | an atmosphere in which private matters were being interchanged freely, almost in monosyllables, by the older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solicitude for the world which was somehow being cared for, managed and deprecated... | s different, Trevor," said Aunt Eleanor, as if she had special authority from Shakespeare to say so. "Different altogether. And I ve never thought, for my part, that Hamlet was as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of a... | and Aunt Eleanor. After a time she perceived that Katharine was outside the community in some way, and, suddenly, she threw aside her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in t... | Night And Day |
"You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist," | Katharine Hilbery | politicians," he corrected himself quickly.<|quote|>"You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist,"</|quote|>Katharine went on. "Or rather, | I mean that I detest politicians," he corrected himself quickly.<|quote|>"You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist,"</|quote|>Katharine went on. "Or rather, she was a Feminist six | a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said seriously: "I detest politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I detest politicians," he corrected himself quickly.<|quote|>"You see, I beli... | don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmo... | clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing his feet togeth... | private matters were being interchanged freely, almost in monosyllables, by the older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solicitude for the world which was somehow being cared for, managed and deprecated by Aunt Maggie and Aun... | Aunt Eleanor, as if she had special authority from Shakespeare to say so. "Different altogether. And I ve never thought, for my part, that Hamlet was as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she defe... | back. "Come, let us find something more cheerful to talk about upstairs." Upstairs in the drawing-room Cassandra found fresh sources of pleasure, first in the distinguished and expectant look of the room, and then in the chance of exercising her divining-rod upon a new assortment of human beings. But the low tones of t... | Night And Day |
Katharine went on. | No speaker | what they call a Feminist,"<|quote|>Katharine went on.</|quote|>"Or rather, she was a | see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist,"<|quote|>Katharine went on.</|quote|>"Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but | lost his look of animation and said seriously: "I detest politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I detest politicians," he corrected himself quickly. "You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist,"<|quote|>Katharine went on.</|quo... | a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation a... | mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-... | older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solicitude for the world which was somehow being cared for, managed and deprecated by Aunt Maggie and Aunt Eleanor. After a time she perceived that Katharine was outside the community i... | say so. "Different altogether. And I ve never thought, for my part, that Hamlet was as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, put... | Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. ... | Night And Day |
"Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." | Katharine Hilbery | a Feminist," Katharine went on.<|quote|>"Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell."</|quote|>She smiled at her as | Cassandra is what they call a Feminist," Katharine went on.<|quote|>"Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell."</|quote|>She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile. | of animation and said seriously: "I detest politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I detest politicians," he corrected himself quickly. "You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist," Katharine went on.<|quote|>"Or rather, she was... | both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said serio... | to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane. "... | now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solicitude for the world which was somehow being cared for, managed and deprecated by Aunt Maggie and Aunt Eleanor. After a time she perceived that Katharine was outside the community in some way, and,... | altogether. And I ve never thought, for my part, that Hamlet was as mad as they make out. What is your opinion, Mr. Peyton?" For, as there was a minister of literature present in the person of the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rathe... | their meditative silences, the beauty which, to her at least, shone even from black satin and the knobs of amber which encircled elderly necks, changed her wish to chatter to a more subdued desire merely to watch and to whisper. She entered with delight into an atmosphere in which private matters were being interchange... | Night And Day |
She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile. | No speaker | eyes. One never can tell."<|quote|>She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile.</|quote|>"Katharine, you make one feel | her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell."<|quote|>She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile.</|quote|>"Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" Cassandra exclaimed. | see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist," Katharine went on. "Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell."<|quote|>She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile.</|quote|>"... | curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said seriously: "I detest politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I detest politicians," he corrected himself quickly. "You see, I believe Cassan... | the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not... | and Aunt Eleanor. After a time she perceived that Katharine was outside the community in some way, and, suddenly, she threw aside her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in t... | the editor of an esteemed review, she deferred to him. Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which sid... | as if she, too, were full of solicitude for the world which was somehow being cared for, managed and deprecated by Aunt Maggie and Aunt Eleanor. After a time she perceived that Katharine was outside the community in some way, and, suddenly, she threw aside her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh. "What... | Night And Day |
"Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" | Cassandra Otway | an elder sister might smile.<|quote|>"Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!"</|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed. "No, no, that | She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile.<|quote|>"Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!"</|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed. "No, no, that s not what she means," | Katharine went on. "Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile.<|quote|>"Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!"</|quote|>Cassand... | lost his look of animation and said seriously: "I detest politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I detest politicians," he corrected himself quickly. "You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist," Katharine went on. "Or rather, s... | together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying y... | was outside the community in some way, and, suddenly, she threw aside her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and... | Mr. Peyton leant a little back in his chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judi... | older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solicitude for the world which was somehow being cared for, managed and deprecated by Aunt Maggie and Aunt Eleanor. After a time she perceived that Katharine was outside the community i... | Night And Day |
Cassandra exclaimed. | No speaker | one feel so horribly small!"<|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed.</|quote|>"No, no, that s not | might smile. "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!"<|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed.</|quote|>"No, no, that s not what she means," Rodney interposed. | Feminist six months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile. "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!"<|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed.</|quote|>"No, no, that s not what sh... | "I detest politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I detest politicians," he corrected himself quickly. "You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist," Katharine went on. "Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no g... | opera-hat or malacca cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she repl... | suddenly, she threw aside her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and lo... | chair, and, putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Oph... | the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in ... | Night And Day |
"No, no, that s not what she means," | William Rodney | so horribly small!" Cassandra exclaimed.<|quote|>"No, no, that s not what she means,"</|quote|>Rodney interposed. "I quite agree | "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" Cassandra exclaimed.<|quote|>"No, no, that s not what she means,"</|quote|>Rodney interposed. "I quite agree that women have an immense | months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile. "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" Cassandra exclaimed.<|quote|>"No, no, that s not what she means,"</|quote|>Rod... | politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I detest politicians," he corrected himself quickly. "You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist," Katharine went on. "Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no good suppos... | malacca cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think... | threw aside her wisdom and gentleness and concern and began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she ... | putting his head rather on one side, observed that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she e... | silences, the beauty which, to her at least, shone even from black satin and the knobs of amber which encircled elderly necks, changed her wish to chatter to a more subdued desire merely to watch and to whisper. She entered with delight into an atmosphere in which private matters were being interchanged freely, almost ... | Night And Day |
Rodney interposed. | No speaker | s not what she means,"<|quote|>Rodney interposed.</|quote|>"I quite agree that women | Cassandra exclaimed. "No, no, that s not what she means,"<|quote|>Rodney interposed.</|quote|>"I quite agree that women have an immense advantage over | that she is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile. "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" Cassandra exclaimed. "No, no, that s not what she means,"<|quote|>Rodney interposed.</|quote|>"I quite agree that wom... | the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I detest politicians," he corrected himself quickly. "You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist," Katharine went on. "Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then.... | of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much ... | and began to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laugh... | that that was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry... | the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had n... | Night And Day |
"I quite agree that women have an immense advantage over us there. One misses a lot by attempting to know things thoroughly." | William Rodney | what she means," Rodney interposed.<|quote|>"I quite agree that women have an immense advantage over us there. One misses a lot by attempting to know things thoroughly."</|quote|>"He knows Greek thoroughly," said | "No, no, that s not what she means," Rodney interposed.<|quote|>"I quite agree that women have an immense advantage over us there. One misses a lot by attempting to know things thoroughly."</|quote|>"He knows Greek thoroughly," said Katharine. "But then he also | is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile. "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" Cassandra exclaimed. "No, no, that s not what she means," Rodney interposed.<|quote|>"I quite agree that women have an immense... | to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I detest politicians," he corrected himself quickly. "You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist," Katharine went on. "Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then. That is o... | things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for poli... | to laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine asked. A joke so foolish and unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more th... | was a question that he had never been able to answer entirely to his satisfaction. There was much to be said on both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake u... | half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the ge... | Night And Day |
"He knows Greek thoroughly," | Katharine Hilbery | attempting to know things thoroughly."<|quote|>"He knows Greek thoroughly,"</|quote|>said Katharine. "But then he | One misses a lot by attempting to know things thoroughly."<|quote|>"He knows Greek thoroughly,"</|quote|>said Katharine. "But then he also knows a good deal | at her as an elder sister might smile. "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" Cassandra exclaimed. "No, no, that s not what she means," Rodney interposed. "I quite agree that women have an immense advantage over us there. One misses a lot by attempting to know things thoroughly."<|quote|>"He knows Greek thor... | believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist," Katharine went on. "Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile. "Katharine, you make one ... | us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. Willia... | ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like ... | both sides, but as he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she... | unfilial wasn t worth explaining. "It was nothing ridiculous in the worst of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper th... | Night And Day |
said Katharine. | No speaker | thoroughly." "He knows Greek thoroughly,"<|quote|>said Katharine.</|quote|>"But then he also knows | by attempting to know things thoroughly." "He knows Greek thoroughly,"<|quote|>said Katharine.</|quote|>"But then he also knows a good deal about painting, | elder sister might smile. "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" Cassandra exclaimed. "No, no, that s not what she means," Rodney interposed. "I quite agree that women have an immense advantage over us there. One misses a lot by attempting to know things thoroughly." "He knows Greek thoroughly,"<|quote|>said... | they call a Feminist," Katharine went on. "Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile. "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" C... | she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his... | of taste, but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage a... | he considered upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, ... | watch and to whisper. She entered with delight into an atmosphere in which private matters were being interchanged freely, almost in monosyllables, by the older women who now accepted her as one of themselves. Her expression became very gentle and sympathetic, as if she, too, were full of solicitude for the world which... | Night And Day |
"But then he also knows a good deal about painting, and a certain amount about music. He s very cultivated perhaps the most cultivated person I know." | Katharine Hilbery | knows Greek thoroughly," said Katharine.<|quote|>"But then he also knows a good deal about painting, and a certain amount about music. He s very cultivated perhaps the most cultivated person I know."</|quote|>"And poetry," Cassandra added. "Yes, | to know things thoroughly." "He knows Greek thoroughly," said Katharine.<|quote|>"But then he also knows a good deal about painting, and a certain amount about music. He s very cultivated perhaps the most cultivated person I know."</|quote|>"And poetry," Cassandra added. "Yes, I was forgetting his play," | might smile. "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" Cassandra exclaimed. "No, no, that s not what she means," Rodney interposed. "I quite agree that women have an immense advantage over us there. One misses a lot by attempting to know things thoroughly." "He knows Greek thoroughly," said Katharine.<|quote|>"... | a Feminist," Katharine went on. "Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile. "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" Cassandra e... | "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of an... | but still, if you half shut your eyes and looked" Katharine half shut her eyes and looked, but she looked in the wrong direction, and Cassandra laughed more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon ... | upon which side he should say it, Mrs. Hilbery broke in upon his judicious meditations. "Lovely, lovely Ophelia!" she exclaimed. "What a wonderful power it is poetry! I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says," Oh,... | laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up ... | Night And Day |
"And poetry," | Cassandra Otway | most cultivated person I know."<|quote|>"And poetry,"</|quote|>Cassandra added. "Yes, I was | s very cultivated perhaps the most cultivated person I know."<|quote|>"And poetry,"</|quote|>Cassandra added. "Yes, I was forgetting his play," Katharine remarked, | have an immense advantage over us there. One misses a lot by attempting to know things thoroughly." "He knows Greek thoroughly," said Katharine. "But then he also knows a good deal about painting, and a certain amount about music. He s very cultivated perhaps the most cultivated person I know."<|quote|>"And poetry,"</|... | then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile. "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" Cassandra exclaimed. "No, no, that s not what she means," Rodney interposed. "I quite agree that women have an immense advantage over us there. On... | truth. He doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said seriously: "I detest politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I me... | more than ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" C... | I wake up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says," Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone. "And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, t... | his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anything in the world." "You don t deceive us for a minute!" she cried. "Not for a second. We both know that you ve been e... | Night And Day |
Cassandra added. | No speaker | person I know." "And poetry,"<|quote|>Cassandra added.</|quote|>"Yes, I was forgetting his | cultivated perhaps the most cultivated person I know." "And poetry,"<|quote|>Cassandra added.</|quote|>"Yes, I was forgetting his play," Katharine remarked, and turning | immense advantage over us there. One misses a lot by attempting to know things thoroughly." "He knows Greek thoroughly," said Katharine. "But then he also knows a good deal about painting, and a certain amount about music. He s very cultivated perhaps the most cultivated person I know." "And poetry,"<|quote|>Cassandra ... | is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile. "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" Cassandra exclaimed. "No, no, that s not what she means," Rodney interposed. "I quite agree that women have an immense advantage over us there. One misses a ... | doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said seriously: "I detest politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I ... | ever, and was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra r... | up in the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says," Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone. "And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flow... | the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had n... | Night And Day |
"Yes, I was forgetting his play," | Katharine Hilbery | know." "And poetry," Cassandra added.<|quote|>"Yes, I was forgetting his play,"</|quote|>Katharine remarked, and turning her | the most cultivated person I know." "And poetry," Cassandra added.<|quote|>"Yes, I was forgetting his play,"</|quote|>Katharine remarked, and turning her head as though she saw | over us there. One misses a lot by attempting to know things thoroughly." "He knows Greek thoroughly," said Katharine. "But then he also knows a good deal about painting, and a certain amount about music. He s very cultivated perhaps the most cultivated person I know." "And poetry," Cassandra added.<|quote|>"Yes, I was... | of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile. "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" Cassandra exclaimed. "No, no, that s not what she means," Rodney interposed. "I quite agree that women have an immense advantage over us there. One misses a lot by ... | care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said seriously: "I detest politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I detest p... | was still laughing and doing her best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, st... | the morning all bedraggled; there s a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says," Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone. "And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers tw... | for a second. We both know that you ve been enjoying yourself immensely. Hasn t he, Katharine?" "No," she replied, "I think he s speaking the truth. He doesn t care much for politics." Her words, though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animati... | Night And Day |
Katharine remarked, and turning her head as though she saw something that needed her attention in a far corner of the room, she left them. For a moment they stood silent, after what seemed a deliberate introduction to each other, and Cassandra watched her crossing the room. | No speaker | I was forgetting his play,"<|quote|>Katharine remarked, and turning her head as though she saw something that needed her attention in a far corner of the room, she left them. For a moment they stood silent, after what seemed a deliberate introduction to each other, and Cassandra watched her crossing the room.</|quote|>... | "And poetry," Cassandra added. "Yes, I was forgetting his play,"<|quote|>Katharine remarked, and turning her head as though she saw something that needed her attention in a far corner of the room, she left them. For a moment they stood silent, after what seemed a deliberate introduction to each other, and Cassandra wat... | lot by attempting to know things thoroughly." "He knows Greek thoroughly," said Katharine. "But then he also knows a good deal about painting, and a certain amount about music. He s very cultivated perhaps the most cultivated person I know." "And poetry," Cassandra added. "Yes, I was forgetting his play,"<|quote|>Katha... | eyes. One never can tell." She smiled at her as an elder sister might smile. "Katharine, you make one feel so horribly small!" Cassandra exclaimed. "No, no, that s not what she means," Rodney interposed. "I quite agree that women have an immense advantage over us there. One misses a lot by attempting to know things tho... | though spoken simply, produced a curious change in the light, sparkling atmosphere. William at once lost his look of animation and said seriously: "I detest politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I detest politicians," he corrected himself qu... | best to explain in a whisper that Aunt Eleanor, through half-shut eyes, was like the parrot in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her ... | a yellow fog outside; little Emily turns on the electric light when she brings me my tea, and says," Oh, ma am, the water s frozen in the cistern, and cook s cut her finger to the bone. "And then I open a little green book, and the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if ... | was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing his feet together and pressing his finger-tips upon an imaginary opera-hat or malacca cane. "We ve been discussing all sorts of dull things, and now I shall never know what I want to know more than anythi... | Night And Day |
"Henry," | Cassandra Otway | watched her crossing the room.<|quote|>"Henry,"</|quote|>she said next moment, "would | to each other, and Cassandra watched her crossing the room.<|quote|>"Henry,"</|quote|>she said next moment, "would say that a stage ought | forgetting his play," Katharine remarked, and turning her head as though she saw something that needed her attention in a far corner of the room, she left them. For a moment they stood silent, after what seemed a deliberate introduction to each other, and Cassandra watched her crossing the room.<|quote|>"Henry,"</|quot... | One misses a lot by attempting to know things thoroughly." "He knows Greek thoroughly," said Katharine. "But then he also knows a good deal about painting, and a certain amount about music. He s very cultivated perhaps the most cultivated person I know." "And poetry," Cassandra added. "Yes, I was forgetting his play," ... | I detest politicians," he corrected himself quickly. "You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist," Katharine went on. "Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." She smiled... | tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barba... | the birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine. "Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putt... | "I detest politics." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely. "I agree. I mean that I detest politicians," he corrected himself quickly. "You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist," Katharine went on. "Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no g... | Night And Day |
she said next moment, | No speaker | her crossing the room. "Henry,"<|quote|>she said next moment,</|quote|>"would say that a stage | each other, and Cassandra watched her crossing the room. "Henry,"<|quote|>she said next moment,</|quote|>"would say that a stage ought to be no bigger | his play," Katharine remarked, and turning her head as though she saw something that needed her attention in a far corner of the room, she left them. For a moment they stood silent, after what seemed a deliberate introduction to each other, and Cassandra watched her crossing the room. "Henry,"<|quote|>she said next mom... | misses a lot by attempting to know things thoroughly." "He knows Greek thoroughly," said Katharine. "But then he also knows a good deal about painting, and a certain amount about music. He s very cultivated perhaps the most cultivated person I know." "And poetry," Cassandra added. "Yes, I was forgetting his play," Kath... | detest politicians," he corrected himself quickly. "You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist," Katharine went on. "Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." She smiled a... | you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity ... | birds are singing, the stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine. "Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting ... | in the cage at Stogdon House, when the gentlemen came in and Rodney walked straight up to them and wanted to know what they were laughing at. "I utterly refuse to tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for... | Night And Day |
"would say that a stage ought to be no bigger than this drawing-room. He wants there to be singing and dancing as well as acting only all the opposite of Wagner you understand?" | Cassandra Otway | "Henry," she said next moment,<|quote|>"would say that a stage ought to be no bigger than this drawing-room. He wants there to be singing and dancing as well as acting only all the opposite of Wagner you understand?"</|quote|>They sat down, and Katharine, | watched her crossing the room. "Henry," she said next moment,<|quote|>"would say that a stage ought to be no bigger than this drawing-room. He wants there to be singing and dancing as well as acting only all the opposite of Wagner you understand?"</|quote|>They sat down, and Katharine, turning when she reached the | and turning her head as though she saw something that needed her attention in a far corner of the room, she left them. For a moment they stood silent, after what seemed a deliberate introduction to each other, and Cassandra watched her crossing the room. "Henry," she said next moment,<|quote|>"would say that a stage ou... | attempting to know things thoroughly." "He knows Greek thoroughly," said Katharine. "But then he also knows a good deal about painting, and a certain amount about music. He s very cultivated perhaps the most cultivated person I know." "And poetry," Cassandra added. "Yes, I was forgetting his play," Katharine remarked, ... | himself quickly. "You see, I believe Cassandra is what they call a Feminist," Katharine went on. "Or rather, she was a Feminist six months ago, but it s no good supposing that she is now what she was then. That is one of her greatest charms in my eyes. One never can tell." She smiled at her as an elder sister might smi... | up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barbarity of my sex," he replied, drawing hi... | stars shining, the flowers twinkling" She looked about her as if these presences had suddenly manifested themselves round her dining-room table. "Has the cook cut her finger badly?" Aunt Eleanor demanded, addressing herself naturally to Katharine. "Oh, the cook s finger is only my way of putting it," said Mrs. Hilbery.... | tell you!" Cassandra replied, standing up straight, clasping her hands in front of her, and facing him. Her mockery was delicious to him. He had not even for a second the fear that she had been laughing at him. She was laughing because life was so adorable, so enchanting. "Ah, but you re cruel to make me feel the barba... | Night And Day |
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