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They sat down, and Katharine, turning when she reached the window, saw William with his hand raised in gesticulation and his mouth open, as if ready to speak the moment Cassandra ceased. Katharine s duty, whether it was to pull a curtain or move a chair, was either forgotten or discharged, but she continued to stand by... | No speaker | opposite of Wagner you understand?"<|quote|>They sat down, and Katharine, turning when she reached the window, saw William with his hand raised in gesticulation and his mouth open, as if ready to speak the moment Cassandra ceased. Katharine s duty, whether it was to pull a curtain or move a chair, was either forgotten ... | as acting only all the opposite of Wagner you understand?"<|quote|>They sat down, and Katharine, turning when she reached the window, saw William with his hand raised in gesticulation and his mouth open, as if ready to speak the moment Cassandra ceased. Katharine s duty, whether it was to pull a curtain or move a chair... | deliberate introduction to each other, and Cassandra watched her crossing the room. "Henry," she said next moment, "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 ... | most cultivated person I know." "And poetry," Cassandra added. "Yes, I was 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 ... | 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. "I quite agree that women have an immense advanta... | 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 know w... | 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. "But what horrid, horrid thoughts," she wound up, la... | 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 gentlem... | Night And Day |
"If anybody says anything, I shall say that I m looking at the river," | Katharine Hilbery | there was no obvious employment.<|quote|>"If anybody says anything, I shall say that I m looking at the river,"</|quote|>she thought, for in her | very graciously. But for her there was no obvious employment.<|quote|>"If anybody says anything, I shall say that I m looking at the river,"</|quote|>she thought, for in her slavery to her family traditions, | continued to stand by the window without doing anything. The elderly people were all grouped together round the fire. They seemed an independent, middle-aged community busy with its own concerns. They were telling stories very well and listening to them very graciously. But for her there was no obvious employment.<|quo... | and Katharine, turning when she reached the window, saw William with his hand raised in gesticulation and his mouth open, as if ready to speak the moment Cassandra ceased. Katharine s duty, whether it was to pull a curtain or move a chair, was either forgotten or discharged, but she continued to stand by the window wit... | I know." "And poetry," Cassandra added. "Yes, I was 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 wa... | 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," said Cassandra, almost severely. "... | 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 to watch and to w... | 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... | Night And Day |
she thought, for in her slavery to her family traditions, she was ready to pay for her transgression with some plausible falsehood. She pushed aside the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and couples were loitering slowly along the road, keeping a... | No speaker | m looking at the river,"<|quote|>she thought, for in her slavery to her family traditions, she was ready to pay for her transgression with some plausible falsehood. She pushed aside the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and couples were loitering... | I shall say that I m looking at the river,"<|quote|>she thought, for in her slavery to her family traditions, she was ready to pay for her transgression with some plausible falsehood. She pushed aside the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and cou... | grouped together round the fire. They seemed an independent, middle-aged community busy with its own concerns. They were telling stories very well and listening to them very graciously. But for her there was no obvious employment. "If anybody says anything, I shall say that I m looking at the river,"<|quote|>she though... | in gesticulation and his mouth open, as if ready to speak the moment Cassandra ceased. Katharine s duty, whether it was to pull a curtain or move a chair, was either forgotten or discharged, but she continued to stand by the window without doing anything. The elderly people were all grouped together round the fire. 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, "would say that a stage ought to b... | 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 quickly. "You se... | 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 private matters were bei... | 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... | Night And Day |
"Ah, there she is," | Mr. Hilbery | the middle of the window.<|quote|>"Ah, there she is,"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, who was | met in deep folds in the middle of the window.<|quote|>"Ah, there she is,"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side | driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in deep folds in the middle of the window.<|quote|>"Ah, there she is,"</|quote|>said Mr. Hilb... | of illusion still makes it desirable to possess, to love, to struggle. And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She still heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through... | in which she was standing. She heard them as if they came from people in another world, a world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life bee... | employment. "If anybody says anything, I shall say that I m looking at the river," she thought, for in her slavery to her family traditions, she was ready to pay for her transgression with some plausible falsehood. She pushed aside the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visi... | 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." "I don t think any man has the right to say that," said Cassandra, almost severely.... | some plausible falsehood. She pushed aside the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and couples were loitering slowly along the road, keeping as close to the railings as possible, though the trees had as yet no leaves to cast shadow upon their embra... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. | No speaker | window. "Ah, there she is,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire.</|quote|>"Come here, Katharine. I couldn | in the middle of the window. "Ah, there she is,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire.</|quote|>"Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d | streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in deep folds in the middle of the window. "Ah, there she is,"<|quote|>said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably... | it desirable to possess, to love, to struggle. And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She still heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was ev... | standing. She heard them as if they came from people in another world, a world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certainly ... | anything, I shall say that I m looking at the river," she thought, for in her slavery to her family traditions, she was ready to pay for her transgression with some plausible falsehood. She pushed aside the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and c... | 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 mean that... | to pull a curtain or move a chair, was either forgotten or discharged, but she continued to stand by the window without doing anything. The elderly people were all grouped together round the fire. They seemed an independent, middle-aged community busy with its own concerns. They were telling stories very well and liste... | Night And Day |
"Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children," | Mr. Hilbery | his back to the fire.<|quote|>"Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children,"</|quote|>he observed parenthetically, "have their | from side to side, with his back to the fire.<|quote|>"Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children,"</|quote|>he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to | definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in deep folds in the middle of the window. "Ah, there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire.<|quote|>"Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see whe... | heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into t... | world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certainly an affair of four walls, whose objects existed only within the range of lights and fires, beyond ... | her family traditions, she was ready to pay for her transgression with some plausible falsehood. She pushed aside the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and couples were loitering slowly along the road, keeping as close to the railings as possible... | 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 Cassandra is what they call ... | and deeper into the delight of unexpected understanding with Cassandra. He had almost told her that he was finding it infinitely better than he could have believed. She looked out of the window, sternly determined to forget private misfortunes, to forget herself, to forget individual lives. With her eyes upon the dark ... | Night And Day |
he observed parenthetically, | No speaker | d got to our children,"<|quote|>he observed parenthetically,</|quote|>"have their uses I want | couldn t see where you d got to our children,"<|quote|>he observed parenthetically,</|quote|>"have their uses I want you to go to my | so that the draperies met in deep folds in the middle of the window. "Ah, there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children,"<|quote|>he observed parenthetically,</|quote|>"have their uses... | to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in dee... | if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certainly an affair of four walls, whose objects existed only within the range of lights and fires, beyond which lay nothing, or nothing more than darkness. She seemed physically to ... | falsehood. She pushed aside the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and couples were loitering slowly along the road, keeping as close to the railings as possible, though the trees had as yet no leaves to cast shadow upon their embraces. Katharine,... | "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... | it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and couples were loitering slowly along the road, keeping as close to the railings as possible, though the trees had as yet no leaves to cast shadow upon their embraces. Katharine, thus withdrawn, felt her loneliness. The evening had been one of p... | Night And Day |
"have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." | Mr. Hilbery | our children," he observed parenthetically,<|quote|>"have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistake... | where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically,<|quote|>"have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that yo... | draperies met in deep folds in the middle of the window. "Ah, there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically,<|quote|>"have their uses I want you to go to ... | their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in deep folds in th... | she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certainly an affair of four walls, whose objects existed only within the range of lights and fires, beyond which lay nothing, or nothing more than darkness. She seemed physically to have stepped beyo... | aside the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and couples were loitering slowly along the road, keeping as close to the railings as possible, though the trees had as yet no leaves to cast shadow upon their embraces. Katharine, thus withdrawn, felt ... | "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 supposing that sh... | middle-aged community busy with its own concerns. They were telling stories very well and listening to them very graciously. But for her there was no obvious employment. "If anybody says anything, I shall say that I m looking at the river," she thought, for in her slavery to her family traditions, she was ready to pay ... | Night And Day |
"Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door," | Katharine Hilbery | that you have been mistaken."<|quote|>"Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door,"</|quote|>Katharine repeated. After all, one | admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken."<|quote|>"Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door,"</|quote|>Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in | uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken."<|quote|>"Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shel... | in deep folds in the middle of the window. "Ah, there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; g... | to have stepped beyond the region where the light of illusion still makes it desirable to possess, to love, to struggle. And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She still heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough t... | embraces. Katharine, thus withdrawn, felt her loneliness. The evening had been one of pain, offering her, minute after minute, plainer proof that things would fall out as she had foreseen. She had faced tones, gestures, glances; she knew, with her back to them, that William, even now, was plunging deeper and deeper int... | 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. "No, no, that s not what she means," Rodney interposed. "I quite agree th... | room in which she was standing. She heard them as if they came from people in another world, a world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had lif... | Night And Day |
Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door. | No speaker | the right of the door,"<|quote|>Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door.</|quote|>"Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking | Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door,"<|quote|>Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door.</|quote|>"Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were | shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door,"<|quote|>Katharine repeated. After all, on... | Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down T... | desirable to possess, to love, to struggle. And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She still heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even ... | offering her, minute after minute, plainer proof that things would fall out as she had foreseen. She had faced tones, gestures, glances; she knew, with her back to them, that William, even now, was plunging deeper and deeper into the delight of unexpected understanding with Cassandra. He had almost told her that he was... | 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 ... | whose objects existed only within the range of lights and fires, beyond which lay nothing, or nothing more than darkness. She seemed physically to have stepped beyond the region where the light of illusion still makes it desirable to possess, to love, to struggle. And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She sti... | Night And Day |
"Stop, Katharine," | William Rodney | her way to the door.<|quote|>"Stop, Katharine,"</|quote|>said William, speaking almost as | passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door.<|quote|>"Stop, Katharine,"</|quote|>said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of | assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door.<|quote|>"Stop, Katharin... | our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Tre... | She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies... | that William, even now, was plunging deeper and deeper into the delight of unexpected understanding with Cassandra. He had almost told her that he was finding it infinitely better than he could have believed. She looked out of the window, sternly determined to forget private misfortunes, to forget herself, to forget in... | 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. "But then he also knows a good deal about painting, and... | room in which she was standing. She heard them as if they came from people in another world, a world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had lif... | Night And Day |
said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will. | No speaker | to the door. "Stop, Katharine,"<|quote|>said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will.</|quote|>"Let me go." He rose, | and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine,"<|quote|>said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will.</|quote|>"Let me go." He rose, after a second s hesitation, | that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine,"<|quote|>said William, ... | he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recolle... | to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in dee... | even now, was plunging deeper and deeper into the delight of unexpected understanding with Cassandra. He had almost told her that he was finding it infinitely better than he could have believed. She looked out of the window, sternly determined to forget private misfortunes, to forget herself, to forget individual lives... | 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. "But then he also knows a good deal about painting, and a certain amount... | stories very well and listening to them very graciously. But for her there was no obvious employment. "If anybody says anything, I shall say that I m looking at the river," she thought, for in her slavery to her family traditions, she was ready to pay for her transgression with some plausible falsehood. She pushed asid... | Night And Day |
"Let me go." | William Rodney | of her against his will.<|quote|>"Let me go."</|quote|>He rose, after a second | as if he were conscious of her against his will.<|quote|>"Let me go."</|quote|>He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood | the right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will.<|quote|>"Let me go."</|quote|>... | Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door," Katharine repe... | driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in deep folds in the middle of the window. "Ah, there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was stan... | Cassandra. He had almost told her that he was finding it infinitely better than he could have believed. She looked out of the window, sternly determined to forget private misfortunes, to forget herself, to forget individual lives. With her eyes upon the dark sky, voices reached her from the room in which she was standi... | 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. "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 po... | as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certainly an affair of four walls, whose objects existed only within the range of lights and fires, beyond which lay nothing, or nothing more than darkness. She seemed physically ... | Night And Day |
He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. | No speaker | his will. "Let me go."<|quote|>He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying.</|quote|>"Are you happy?" she asked. | were conscious of her against his will. "Let me go."<|quote|>He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying.</|quote|>"Are you happy... | the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will. "Let me go."<|quote|>He rose, after a secon... | the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, ... | the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in deep folds in the middle of the window. "Ah, there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably fro... | almost told her that he was finding it infinitely better than he could have believed. She looked out of the window, sternly determined to forget private misfortunes, to forget herself, to forget individual lives. With her eyes upon the dark sky, voices reached her from the room in which she was standing. She heard them... | 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." "And poetry," Cassandra ... | world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certainly an affair of four walls, whose objects existed only within the range of l... | Night And Day |
"Are you happy?" | Katharine Hilbery | what she had been saying.<|quote|>"Are you happy?"</|quote|>she asked. "Oh, my dear!" | moved with the speed of what she had been saying.<|quote|>"Are you happy?"</|quote|>she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no | his will. "Let me go." He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying.<|quote|>"Are you happy?"</|quote|>she asked. "Oh, my dear!" C... | shelf on the right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will. "Let me go." He rose,... | the window. "Ah, there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the rig... | the room in which she was standing. She heard them as if they came from people in another world, a world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had... | most cultivated person I know." "And poetry," Cassandra added. "Yes, I was 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 ... | of unexpected understanding with Cassandra. He had almost told her that he was finding it infinitely better than he could have believed. She looked out of the window, sternly determined to forget private misfortunes, to forget herself, to forget individual lives. With her eyes upon the dark sky, voices reached her from... | Night And Day |
she asked. | No speaker | been saying. "Are you happy?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, | speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words | me go." He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclai... | right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will. "Let me go." He rose, after a seco... | there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of t... | which she was standing. She heard them as if they came from people in another world, a world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been m... | I know." "And poetry," Cassandra added. "Yes, I was 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 wa... | beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in deep fold... | Night And Day |
"Oh, my dear!" | Cassandra Otway | "Are you happy?" she asked.<|quote|>"Oh, my dear!"</|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed, as if no | what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked.<|quote|>"Oh, my dear!"</|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. "Of | He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked.<|quote|>"Oh, my dear!"</|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed, as ... | the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will. "Let me go." He rose, after a second s hesi... | is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; t... | was standing. She heard them as if they came from people in another world, a world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certai... | "And poetry," Cassandra added. "Yes, I was 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... | as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certainly an affair of four walls, whose objects existed only within the range of lights and fires, beyond which lay nothing, or nothing more than darkness. She seemed physically ... | Night And Day |
Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. | No speaker | she asked. "Oh, my dear!"<|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed.</|quote|>"Of course, we disagree about | been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!"<|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed.</|quote|>"Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun," | a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!"<|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were... | repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will. "Let me go." He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she under... | Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trela... | heard them as if they came from people in another world, a world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certainly an affair of f... | added. "Yes, I was 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. "Hen... | plainer proof that things would fall out as she had foreseen. She had faced tones, gestures, glances; she knew, with her back to them, that William, even now, was plunging deeper and deeper into the delight of unexpected understanding with Cassandra. He had almost told her that he was finding it infinitely better than ... | Night And Day |
"Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun," | Cassandra Otway | no further words were needed.<|quote|>"Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun,"</|quote|>she exclaimed, "but I think | dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed.<|quote|>"Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun,"</|quote|>she exclaimed, "but I think he s the cleverest man | cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed.<|quote|>"Of course, we disagree about every subje... | their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will. "Let me go." He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee... | side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, ... | another world, a world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certainly an affair of four walls, whose objects existed only with... | 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, "would say that a stage ought to b... | middle of the window. "Ah, there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf ... | Night And Day |
she exclaimed, | No speaker | every subject under the sun,"<|quote|>she exclaimed,</|quote|>"but I think he s | "Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun,"<|quote|>she exclaimed,</|quote|>"but I think he s the cleverest man I ve | sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. "Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun,"<|quote|>she exclaimed,</|quote|>"but ... | William and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will. "Let me go." He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cous... | I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company ... | that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certainly an affair of four walls, whose objects existed only within the range of lights and fires, beyond which lay nothi... | 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, "would say that a stage ought to be no bigger than this drawing-room. He wants there to ... | is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; t... | Night And Day |
"but I think he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman," | Cassandra Otway | under the sun," she exclaimed,<|quote|>"but I think he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman,"</|quote|>she added, looking at Katharine, | we disagree about every subject under the sun," she exclaimed,<|quote|>"but I think he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman,"</|quote|>she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her | Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. "Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun," she exclaimed,<|quote|>"but I think he s the cle... | Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will. "Let me go." He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, w... | t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you ... | the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certainly an affair of four walls, whose objects existed only within the range of lights and fires, beyond which lay nothing, or no... | 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, "would say that a stage ought to be no bigger than this drawing-room. He wants there to be singing ... | her eyes upon the dark sky, voices reached her from the room in which she was standing. She heard them as if they came from people in another world, a world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our... | Night And Day |
she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. | No speaker | re the most beautiful woman,"<|quote|>she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction.</|quote|>"Ah, but it s only | ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman,"<|quote|>she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction.</|quote|>"Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said ... | been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. "Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun," she exclaimed, "but I think he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman,"<|quote|>she added, looking at Katharine, and... | her against his will. "Let me go." He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassan... | go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door,... | nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certainly an affair of four walls, whose objects existed only within the range of lights and fires, beyond which lay nothing, or nothing more than darkness. She seemed physically to have stepped beyond the region where the light of illusio... | seemed a deliberate introduction to each other, and Cassandra watched her crossing the room. "Henry," she said next moment, "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?" They sat down, and... | standing. She heard them as if they came from people in another world, a world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certainly ... | Night And Day |
"Ah, but it s only ten o clock," | Katharine Hilbery | last refinement of her distinction.<|quote|>"Ah, but it s only ten o clock,"</|quote|>said Katharine darkly. "As late | which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction.<|quote|>"Ah, but it s only ten o clock,"</|quote|>said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She | he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction.<|quote|>"Ah, but it s only ten... | down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. "Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun," she exclaimed, "but I think he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and yo... | to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, ... | which lay nothing, or nothing more than darkness. She seemed physically to have stepped beyond the region where the light of illusion still makes it desirable to possess, to love, to struggle. And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She still heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires.... | there to be singing and dancing as well as acting only all the opposite of Wagner you understand?" They sat down, and Katharine, turning when she reached the window, saw William with his hand raised in gesticulation and his mouth open, as if ready to speak the moment Cassandra ceased. Katharine s duty, whether it was t... | He had almost told her that he was finding it infinitely better than he could have believed. She looked out of the window, sternly determined to forget private misfortunes, to forget herself, to forget individual lives. With her eyes upon the dark sky, voices reached her from the room in which she was standing. She hea... | Night And Day |
said Katharine darkly. | No speaker | s only ten o clock,"<|quote|>said Katharine darkly.</|quote|>"As late as that! Well | her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock,"<|quote|>said Katharine darkly.</|quote|>"As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand. | met and you re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock,"<|quote|>said Katharine darkly.... | moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. "Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun," she exclaimed, "but I think he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman," she add... | have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost a... | She seemed physically to have stepped beyond the region where the light of illusion still makes it desirable to possess, to love, to struggle. And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She still heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished i... | as acting only all the opposite of Wagner you understand?" They sat down, and Katharine, turning when she reached the window, saw William with his hand raised in gesticulation and his mouth open, as if ready to speak the moment Cassandra ceased. Katharine s duty, whether it was to pull a curtain or move a chair, was ei... | her from the room in which she was standing. She heard them as if they came from people in another world, a world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, ... | Night And Day |
"As late as that! Well ?" | Cassandra Otway | o clock," said Katharine darkly.<|quote|>"As late as that! Well ?"</|quote|>She did not understand. "At | but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly.<|quote|>"As late as that! Well ?"</|quote|>She did not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into | re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly.<|quote|>"As late as... | speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. "Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun," she exclaimed, "but I think he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at ... | "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were consciou... | to have stepped beyond the region where the light of illusion still makes it desirable to possess, to love, to struggle. And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She still heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough t... | all the opposite of Wagner you understand?" They sat down, and Katharine, turning when she reached the window, saw William with his hand raised in gesticulation and his mouth open, as if ready to speak the moment Cassandra ceased. Katharine s duty, whether it was to pull a curtain or move a chair, was either forgotten ... | private misfortunes, to forget herself, to forget individual lives. With her eyes upon the dark sky, voices reached her from the room in which she was standing. She heard them as if they came from people in another world, a world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was ... | Night And Day |
She did not understand. | No speaker | late as that! Well ?"<|quote|>She did not understand.</|quote|>"At twelve my horses turn | clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?"<|quote|>She did not understand.</|quote|>"At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I | added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?"<|quote|>She did not underst... | saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. "Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun," she exclaimed, "but I think he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looke... | third shelf on the right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will. "Let me go." He... | where the light of illusion still makes it desirable to possess, to love, to struggle. And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She still heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving... | understand?" They sat down, and Katharine, turning when she reached the window, saw William with his hand raised in gesticulation and his mouth open, as if ready to speak the moment Cassandra ceased. Katharine s duty, whether it was to pull a curtain or move a chair, was either forgotten or discharged, but she continue... | loneliness. The evening had been one of pain, offering her, minute after minute, plainer proof that things would fall out as she had foreseen. She had faced tones, gestures, glances; she knew, with her back to them, that William, even now, was plunging deeper and deeper into the delight of unexpected understanding with... | Night And Day |
"At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." | Katharine Hilbery | ?" She did not understand.<|quote|>"At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines."</|quote|>Cassandra looked at her with | "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand.<|quote|>"At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines."</|quote|>Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Here s | and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand.<|quote|>"At twelve my horses tur... | she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. "Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun," she exclaimed, "but I think he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its anima... | right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will. "Let me go." He rose, after a seco... | illusion still makes it desirable to possess, to love, to struggle. And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She still heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through th... | and Katharine, turning when she reached the window, saw William with his hand raised in gesticulation and his mouth open, as if ready to speak the moment Cassandra ceased. Katharine s duty, whether it was to pull a curtain or move a chair, was either forgotten or discharged, but she continued to stand by the window wit... | side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in the... | Night And Day |
Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression. | No speaker | hay while the sun shines."<|quote|>Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression.</|quote|>"Here s Katharine talking about | accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines."<|quote|>Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression.</|quote|>"Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all | of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines."<|quote|>Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression.</|quote|>... | "but I think he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s onl... | Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will. "Let me go." He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, w... | room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. S... | moment Cassandra ceased. Katharine s duty, whether it was to pull a curtain or move a chair, was either forgotten or discharged, but she continued to stand by the window without doing anything. The elderly people were all grouped together round the fire. They seemed an independent, middle-aged community busy with its o... | told her that he was finding it infinitely better than he could have believed. She looked out of the window, sternly determined to forget private misfortunes, to forget herself, to forget individual lives. With her eyes upon the dark sky, voices reached her from the room in which she was standing. She heard them as if ... | Night And Day |
"Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," | Cassandra Otway | her with a puzzled expression.<|quote|>"Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things,"</|quote|>she said, as William returned | sun shines." Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression.<|quote|>"Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things,"</|quote|>she said, as William returned to them. He had been | ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression.<|quote|>"Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, a... | I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkl... | Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will. "Let me go." He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what s... | wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met... | was to pull a curtain or move a chair, was either forgotten or discharged, but she continued to stand by the window without doing anything. The elderly people were all grouped together round the fire. They seemed an independent, middle-aged community busy with its own concerns. They were telling stories very well and l... | to side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. The... | Night And Day |
she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. | No speaker | all sorts of odd things,"<|quote|>she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick.</|quote|>"Can you make her out?" | about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things,"<|quote|>she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick.</|quote|>"Can you make her out?" Katharine perceived from his little | not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things,"<|quote|>she said, as William returned to them. He ... | at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand. "At twelve my hors... | will. "Let me go." He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, a... | herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in deep folds in the middle of the window. "Ah, there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who ... | but she continued to stand by the window without doing anything. The elderly people were all grouped together round the fire. They seemed an independent, middle-aged community busy with its own concerns. They were telling stories very well and listening to them very graciously. But for her there was no obvious employme... | world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was as if, lately dead, she heard the living talking. The dream nature of our life had never been more apparent to her, never had life been more certainly an affair of four walls, whose objects existed only within the range of lights and fires, beyond which lay... | Night And Day |
"Can you make her out?" | Cassandra Otway | them. He had been quick.<|quote|>"Can you make her out?"</|quote|>Katharine perceived from his little | said, as William returned to them. He had been quick.<|quote|>"Can you make her out?"</|quote|>Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he | I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick.<|quote|>"Can you make her out?"</|quote|>Katharine p... | and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I ac... | and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. "Of course, we disagre... | be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in deep folds in the middle of the window. "Ah, there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the ... | The elderly people were all grouped together round the fire. They seemed an independent, middle-aged community busy with its own concerns. They were telling stories very well and listening to them very graciously. But for her there was no obvious employment. "If anybody says anything, I shall say that I m looking at th... | private misfortunes, to forget herself, to forget individual lives. With her eyes upon the dark sky, voices reached her from the room in which she was standing. She heard them as if they came from people in another world, a world antecedent to her world, a world that was the prelude, the antechamber to reality; it was ... | Night And Day |
Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different tone: | No speaker | "Can you make her out?"<|quote|>Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different tone:</|quote|>"I really am off, though. | them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?"<|quote|>Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different tone:</|quote|>"I really am off, though. I wish you d explain | But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?"<|quote|>Katharine perceived from his little frown and ... | sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while t... | cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. "Of course, we disagree about every subject under... | after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in deep folds in the middle of the window. "Ah, there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Kath... | grouped together round the fire. They seemed an independent, middle-aged community busy with its own concerns. They were telling stories very well and listening to them very graciously. But for her there was no obvious employment. "If anybody says anything, I shall say that I m looking at the river," she thought, for i... | She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She dre... | Night And Day |
"I really am off, though. I wish you d explain if they say anything, William. I shan t be late, but I ve got to see some one." | Katharine Hilbery | said in a different tone:<|quote|>"I really am off, though. I wish you d explain if they say anything, William. I shan t be late, but I ve got to see some one."</|quote|>"At this time of night?" | stood upright at once and said in a different tone:<|quote|>"I really am off, though. I wish you d explain if they say anything, William. I shan t be late, but I ve got to see some one."</|quote|>"At this time of night?" Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have you | odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?" Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different tone:<|quote|>"I really am off, though. I wish y... | She did not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He ... | saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. "Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun," she exclaimed, "but I think he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looke... | of the window. "Ah, there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the ... | was no obvious employment. "If anybody says anything, I shall say that I m looking at the river," she thought, for in her slavery to her family traditions, she was ready to pay for her transgression with some plausible falsehood. She pushed aside the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water ... | me go." He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no fur... | Night And Day |
"At this time of night?" | Cassandra Otway | got to see some one."<|quote|>"At this time of night?"</|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have you | be late, but I ve got to see some one."<|quote|>"At this time of night?"</|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have you got to see?" William demanded. | did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different tone: "I really am off, though. I wish you d explain if they say anything, William. I shan t be late, but I ve got to see some one."<|quote|>"At this time of night?"</|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have y... | sun shines." Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?" Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular pro... | she exclaimed, "but I think he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "A... | I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company ... | she was ready to pay for her transgression with some plausible falsehood. She pushed aside the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and couples were loitering slowly along the road, keeping as close to the railings as possible, though the trees had ... | Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their d... | Night And Day |
Cassandra exclaimed. | No speaker | "At this time of night?"<|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed.</|quote|>"Whom have you got to | got to see some one." "At this time of night?"<|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed.</|quote|>"Whom have you got to see?" William demanded. "A friend," | problem to his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different tone: "I really am off, though. I wish you d explain if they say anything, William. I shan t be late, but I ve got to see some one." "At this time of night?"<|quote|>Cassandra exclaimed.</|quote|>"Whom have you got to see?" William deman... | her with a puzzled expression. "Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?" Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She... | he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock... | you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mi... | for her transgression with some plausible falsehood. She pushed aside the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and couples were loitering slowly along the road, keeping as close to the railings as possible, though the trees had as yet no leaves to c... | of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. "Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun," she exclaimed, "but I think he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Kathar... | Night And Day |
"Whom have you got to see?" | William Rodney | time of night?" Cassandra exclaimed.<|quote|>"Whom have you got to see?"</|quote|>William demanded. "A friend," she | see some one." "At this time of night?" Cassandra exclaimed.<|quote|>"Whom have you got to see?"</|quote|>William demanded. "A friend," she remarked, half turning her head | his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different tone: "I really am off, though. I wish you d explain if they say anything, William. I shan t be late, but I ve got to see some one." "At this time of night?" Cassandra exclaimed.<|quote|>"Whom have you got to see?"</|quote|>William demanded. "A fri... | a puzzled expression. "Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?" Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood up... | the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," sa... | got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken... | transgression with some plausible falsehood. She pushed aside the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and couples were loitering slowly along the road, keeping as close to the railings as possible, though the trees had as yet no leaves to cast shad... | love, to struggle. And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She still heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some o... | Night And Day |
William demanded. | No speaker | have you got to see?"<|quote|>William demanded.</|quote|>"A friend," she remarked, half | of night?" Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have you got to see?"<|quote|>William demanded.</|quote|>"A friend," she remarked, half turning her head towards him. | upright at once and said in a different tone: "I really am off, though. I wish you d explain if they say anything, William. I shan t be late, but I ve got to see some one." "At this time of night?" Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have you got to see?"<|quote|>William demanded.</|quote|>"A friend," she remarked, half turning... | talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?" Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different to... | met and you re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As lat... | parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Sh... | pushed aside the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and couples were loitering slowly along the road, keeping as close to the railings as possible, though the trees had as yet no leaves to cast shadow upon their embraces. Katharine, thus withdrawn... | still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaimed, as if no further words were needed. "Of course, we disagree about every subject under the sun," she exclaimed, "but I think he s the cleverest man I ve ever met and you re the most beautiful woman," s... | Night And Day |
"A friend," | Katharine Hilbery | got to see?" William demanded.<|quote|>"A friend,"</|quote|>she remarked, half turning her | Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have you got to see?" William demanded.<|quote|>"A friend,"</|quote|>she remarked, half turning her head towards him. She knew | once and said in a different tone: "I really am off, though. I wish you d explain if they say anything, William. I shan t be late, but I ve got to see some one." "At this time of night?" Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have you got to see?" William demanded.<|quote|>"A friend,"</|quote|>she remarked, half turning her head t... | rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?" Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different tone: "I really ... | you re the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as tha... | their uses I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf ... | the blind and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and couples were loitering slowly along the road, keeping as close to the railings as possible, though the trees had as yet no leaves to cast shadow upon their embraces. Katharine, thus withdrawn, felt her lo... | that the draperies met in deep folds in the middle of the window. "Ah, there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. "Come here, Katharine. I couldn t see where you d got to our children," he observed parenthetically, "have their uses I want you to go to... | Night And Day |
she remarked, half turning her head towards him. She knew that he wished her to stay, not, indeed, with them, but in their neighborhood, in case of need. | No speaker | see?" William demanded. "A friend,"<|quote|>she remarked, half turning her head towards him. She knew that he wished her to stay, not, indeed, with them, but in their neighborhood, in case of need.</|quote|>"Katharine has a great many | "Whom have you got to see?" William demanded. "A friend,"<|quote|>she remarked, half turning her head towards him. She knew that he wished her to stay, not, indeed, with them, but in their neighborhood, in case of need.</|quote|>"Katharine has a great many friends," said William rather lamely, | said in a different tone: "I really am off, though. I wish you d explain if they say anything, William. I shan t be late, but I ve got to see some one." "At this time of night?" Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have you got to see?" William demanded. "A friend,"<|quote|>she remarked, half turning her head towards him. She kn... | hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?" Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different tone: "I really am off, th... | the most beautiful woman," she added, looking at Katharine, and as she looked her face lost its animation and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well... | I want you to go to my study, Katharine; go to the third shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the righ... | and looked at the river. But it was a dark night and the water was barely visible. Cabs were passing, and couples were loitering slowly along the road, keeping as close to the railings as possible, though the trees had as yet no leaves to cast shadow upon their embraces. Katharine, thus withdrawn, felt her loneliness. ... | shelf on the right-hand side of the door; take down Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does n... | Night And Day |
"Katharine has a great many friends," | William Rodney | neighborhood, in case of need.<|quote|>"Katharine has a great many friends,"</|quote|>said William rather lamely, sitting | with them, but in their neighborhood, in case of need.<|quote|>"Katharine has a great many friends,"</|quote|>said William rather lamely, sitting down once more, as Katharine | got to see some one." "At this time of night?" Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have you got to see?" William demanded. "A friend," she remarked, half turning her head towards him. She knew that he wished her to stay, not, indeed, with them, but in their neighborhood, in case of need.<|quote|>"Katharine has a great many frie... | frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different tone: "I really am off, though. I wish you d explain if they say anything, William. I shan t be late, but I ve got to see some one." "At this time of night?" Cassandra exclaimed. ... | which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." Cassandra looked at he... | ; bring it to me. Then, Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William... | keeping as close to the railings as possible, though the trees had as yet no leaves to cast shadow upon their embraces. Katharine, thus withdrawn, felt her loneliness. The evening had been one of pain, offering her, minute after minute, plainer proof that things would fall out as she had foreseen. She had faced tones, ... | Cassandra on her way to the door. "Stop, Katharine," said William, speaking almost as if he were conscious of her against his will. "Let me go." He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, w... | Night And Day |
said William rather lamely, sitting down once more, as Katharine left the room. She was soon driving quickly, as she had wished to drive, through the lamp-lit streets. She liked both light and speed, and the sense of being out of doors alone, and the knowledge that she would reach Mary in her high, lonely room at the e... | No speaker | has a great many friends,"<|quote|>said William rather lamely, sitting down once more, as Katharine left the room. She was soon driving quickly, as she had wished to drive, through the lamp-lit streets. She liked both light and speed, and the sense of being out of doors alone, and the knowledge that she would reach Mar... | in case of need. "Katharine has a great many friends,"<|quote|>said William rather lamely, sitting down once more, as Katharine left the room. She was soon driving quickly, as she had wished to drive, through the lamp-lit streets. She liked both light and speed, and the sense of being out of doors alone, and the knowle... | this time of night?" Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have you got to see?" William demanded. "A friend," she remarked, half turning her head towards him. She knew that he wished her to stay, not, indeed, with them, but in their neighborhood, in case of need. "Katharine has a great many friends,"<|quote|>said William rather ... | not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different tone: "I really am off, though. I wish you d explain if they say anything, William. I shan t be late, but I ve got to see some one." "At this time of night?" Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have you got to see?" Willi... | refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Here ... | Peyton, you will have to admit to the assembled company that you have been mistaken." "Trelawny s Recollections of Shelley. The third shelf on the right of the door," Katharine repeated. After all, one does not check children in their play, or rouse sleepers from their dreams. She passed William and Cassandra on her wa... | as possible, though the trees had as yet no leaves to cast shadow upon their embraces. Katharine, thus withdrawn, felt her loneliness. The evening had been one of pain, offering her, minute after minute, plainer proof that things would fall out as she had foreseen. She had faced tones, gestures, glances; she knew, with... | melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." Cassandra ... | Night And Day |
"Have you been dining out?" | Mary Datchet | down again with a jerk.<|quote|>"Have you been dining out?"</|quote|>Mary asked. "Are you working?" | mouth, rose stiffly, and sat down again with a jerk.<|quote|>"Have you been dining out?"</|quote|>Mary asked. "Are you working?" Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young | as if he expected to go on immediately with what he was in the middle of saying to Mary Datchet. The apparition of an unknown lady in full evening dress seemed to disturb him. He took his pipe from his mouth, rose stiffly, and sat down again with a jerk.<|quote|>"Have you been dining out?"</|quote|>Mary asked. "Are you... | embarrassment. She greeted her cordially, and, as there was no time for explanations, Katharine walked straight into the sitting-room, and found herself in the presence of a young man who was lying back in a chair and holding a sheet of paper in his hand, at which he was looking as if he expected to go on immediately w... | lamp-lit streets. She liked both light and speed, and the sense of being out of doors alone, and the knowledge that she would reach Mary in her high, lonely room at the end of the drive. She climbed the stone steps quickly, remarking the queer look of her blue silk skirt and blue shoes upon the stone, dusty with the bo... | twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you mak... | still makes it desirable to possess, to love, to struggle. And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She still heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets... | said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd th... | Night And Day |
Mary asked. | No speaker | "Have you been dining out?"<|quote|>Mary asked.</|quote|>"Are you working?" Katharine inquired | down again with a jerk. "Have you been dining out?"<|quote|>Mary asked.</|quote|>"Are you working?" Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook | go on immediately with what he was in the middle of saying to Mary Datchet. The apparition of an unknown lady in full evening dress seemed to disturb him. He took his pipe from his mouth, rose stiffly, and sat down again with a jerk. "Have you been dining out?"<|quote|>Mary asked.</|quote|>"Are you working?" Katharine ... | and, as there was no time for explanations, Katharine walked straight into the sitting-room, and found herself in the presence of a young man who was lying back in a chair and holding a sheet of paper in his hand, at which he was looking as if he expected to go on immediately with what he was in the middle of saying to... | light and speed, and the sense of being out of doors alone, and the knowledge that she would reach Mary in her high, lonely room at the end of the drive. She climbed the stone steps quickly, remarking the queer look of her blue silk skirt and blue shoes upon the stone, dusty with the boots of the day, under the light o... | rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?" Katharine perce... | possess, to love, to struggle. And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She still heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be... | in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay whil... | Night And Day |
"Are you working?" | Katharine Hilbery | been dining out?" Mary asked.<|quote|>"Are you working?"</|quote|>Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young | with a jerk. "Have you been dining out?" Mary asked.<|quote|>"Are you working?"</|quote|>Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook his head, as | immediately with what he was in the middle of saying to Mary Datchet. The apparition of an unknown lady in full evening dress seemed to disturb him. He took his pipe from his mouth, rose stiffly, and sat down again with a jerk. "Have you been dining out?" Mary asked.<|quote|>"Are you working?"</|quote|>Katharine inquir... | there was no time for explanations, Katharine walked straight into the sitting-room, and found herself in the presence of a young man who was lying back in a chair and holding a sheet of paper in his hand, at which he was looking as if he expected to go on immediately with what he was in the middle of saying to Mary Da... | speed, and the sense of being out of doors alone, and the knowledge that she would reach Mary in her high, lonely room at the end of the drive. She climbed the stone steps quickly, remarking the queer look of her blue silk skirt and blue shoes upon the stone, dusty with the boots of the day, under the light of an occas... | off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?" Katharine perceived from... | love, to struggle. And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She still heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some o... | and became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I ac... | Night And Day |
Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook his head, as if he disowned his share in the question with some irritation. | No speaker | Mary asked. "Are you working?"<|quote|>Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook his head, as if he disowned his share in the question with some irritation.</|quote|>"Well, not exactly," Mary replied. | "Have you been dining out?" Mary asked. "Are you working?"<|quote|>Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook his head, as if he disowned his share in the question with some irritation.</|quote|>"Well, not exactly," Mary replied. "Mr. Basnett had brought some | he was in the middle of saying to Mary Datchet. The apparition of an unknown lady in full evening dress seemed to disturb him. He took his pipe from his mouth, rose stiffly, and sat down again with a jerk. "Have you been dining out?" Mary asked. "Are you working?"<|quote|>Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young ma... | time for explanations, Katharine walked straight into the sitting-room, and found herself in the presence of a young man who was lying back in a chair and holding a sheet of paper in his hand, at which he was looking as if he expected to go on immediately with what he was in the middle of saying to Mary Datchet. The ap... | sense of being out of doors alone, and the knowledge that she would reach Mary in her high, lonely room at the end of the drive. She climbed the stone steps quickly, remarking the queer look of her blue silk skirt and blue shoes upon the stone, dusty with the boots of the day, under the light of an occasional jet of fl... | The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?" Katharine perceived from his littl... | And yet her melancholy brought her no serenity. She still heard the voices within the room. She was still tormented by desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a mom... | his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different tone: "I really am off, though. I wish you d explain if they say anything, William. I shan t be late, but I ve got to see some one." "At this time of night?" Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have you got to see?" William demanded. "A friend," she remarke... | Night And Day |
"Well, not exactly," | Mary Datchet | the question with some irritation.<|quote|>"Well, not exactly,"</|quote|>Mary replied. "Mr. Basnett had | he disowned his share in the question with some irritation.<|quote|>"Well, not exactly,"</|quote|>Mary replied. "Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show | to disturb him. He took his pipe from his mouth, rose stiffly, and sat down again with a jerk. "Have you been dining out?" Mary asked. "Are you working?" Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook his head, as if he disowned his share in the question with some irritation.<|quote|>"Well, not exactly,"</|quot... | lying back in a chair and holding a sheet of paper in his hand, at which he was looking as if he expected to go on immediately with what he was in the middle of saying to Mary Datchet. The apparition of an unknown lady in full evening dress seemed to disturb him. He took his pipe from his mouth, rose stiffly, and sat d... | the end of the drive. She climbed the stone steps quickly, remarking the queer look of her blue silk skirt and blue shoes upon the stone, dusty with the boots of the day, under the light of an occasional jet of flickering gas. The door was opened in a second by Mary herself, whose face showed not only surprise at the s... | puzzled expression. "Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?" Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood upri... | desires. She wished to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the ... | became almost melancholy in sympathy with Katharine s melancholy, which seemed to Cassandra the last refinement of her distinction. "Ah, but it s only ten o clock," said Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept... | Night And Day |
Mary replied. | No speaker | some irritation. "Well, not exactly,"<|quote|>Mary replied.</|quote|>"Mr. Basnett had brought some | share in the question with some irritation. "Well, not exactly,"<|quote|>Mary replied.</|quote|>"Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show me. We | He took his pipe from his mouth, rose stiffly, and sat down again with a jerk. "Have you been dining out?" Mary asked. "Are you working?" Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook his head, as if he disowned his share in the question with some irritation. "Well, not exactly,"<|quote|>Mary replied.</|quote|... | a chair and holding a sheet of paper in his hand, at which he was looking as if he expected to go on immediately with what he was in the middle of saying to Mary Datchet. The apparition of an unknown lady in full evening dress seemed to disturb him. He took his pipe from his mouth, rose stiffly, and sat down again with... | the drive. She climbed the stone steps quickly, remarking the queer look of her blue silk skirt and blue shoes upon the stone, dusty with the boots of the day, under the light of an occasional jet of flickering gas. The door was opened in a second by Mary herself, whose face showed not only surprise at the sight of her... | s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?" Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a ... | to be beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in dee... | his will. "Let me go." He rose, after a second s hesitation, and she understood that it cost him an effort. She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. "Are you happy?" she asked. "Oh, my dear!" Cassandra exclaime... | Night And Day |
"Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show me. We were going through them, but we d almost done.... Tell us about your party." | Mary Datchet | "Well, not exactly," Mary replied.<|quote|>"Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show me. We were going through them, but we d almost done.... Tell us about your party."</|quote|>Mary had a ruffled appearance, | the question with some irritation. "Well, not exactly," Mary replied.<|quote|>"Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show me. We were going through them, but we d almost done.... Tell us about your party."</|quote|>Mary had a ruffled appearance, as if she had been | his pipe from his mouth, rose stiffly, and sat down again with a jerk. "Have you been dining out?" Mary asked. "Are you working?" Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook his head, as if he disowned his share in the question with some irritation. "Well, not exactly," Mary replied.<|quote|>"Mr. Basnett had... | and holding a sheet of paper in his hand, at which he was looking as if he expected to go on immediately with what he was in the middle of saying to Mary Datchet. The apparition of an unknown lady in full evening dress seemed to disturb him. He took his pipe from his mouth, rose stiffly, and sat down again with a jerk.... | She climbed the stone steps quickly, remarking the queer look of her blue silk skirt and blue shoes upon the stone, dusty with the boots of the day, under the light of an occasional jet of flickering gas. The door was opened in a second by Mary herself, whose face showed not only surprise at the sight of her visitor, b... | talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things," she said, as William returned to them. He had been quick. "Can you make her out?" Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different to... | beyond their range. She wished inconsistently enough that she could find herself driving rapidly through the streets; she was even anxious to be with some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in deep fold... | friend," she remarked, half turning her head towards him. She knew that he wished her to stay, not, indeed, with them, but in their neighborhood, in case of need. "Katharine has a great many friends," said William rather lamely, sitting down once more, as Katharine left the room. She was soon driving quickly, as she ha... | Night And Day |
Mary had a ruffled appearance, as if she had been running her fingers through her hair in the course of her conversation; she was dressed more or less like a Russian peasant girl. She sat down again in a chair which looked as if it had been her seat for some hours; the saucer which stood upon the arm contained the ashe... | No speaker | Tell us about your party."<|quote|>Mary had a ruffled appearance, as if she had been running her fingers through her hair in the course of her conversation; she was dressed more or less like a Russian peasant girl. She sat down again in a chair which looked as if it had been her seat for some hours; the saucer which st... | but we d almost done.... Tell us about your party."<|quote|>Mary had a ruffled appearance, as if she had been running her fingers through her hair in the course of her conversation; she was dressed more or less like a Russian peasant girl. She sat down again in a chair which looked as if it had been her seat for some h... | Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook his head, as if he disowned his share in the question with some irritation. "Well, not exactly," Mary replied. "Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show me. We were going through them, but we d almost done.... Tell us about your party."<|quote|>Mary had a ruffle... | he was in the middle of saying to Mary Datchet. The apparition of an unknown lady in full evening dress seemed to disturb him. He took his pipe from his mouth, rose stiffly, and sat down again with a jerk. "Have you been dining out?" Mary asked. "Are you working?" Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook ... | boots of the day, under the light of an occasional jet of flickering gas. The door was opened in a second by Mary herself, whose face showed not only surprise at the sight of her visitor, but some degree of embarrassment. She greeted her cordially, and, as there was no time for explanations, Katharine walked straight i... | make her out?" Katharine perceived from his little frown and hesitation that he did not find that particular problem to his taste at present. She stood upright at once and said in a different tone: "I really am off, though. I wish you d explain if they say anything, William. I shan t be late, but I ve got to see some o... | some one who, after a moment s groping, took a definite shape and solidified into the person of Mary Datchet. She drew the curtains so that the draperies met in deep folds in the middle of the window. "Ah, there she is," said Mr. Hilbery, who was standing swaying affably from side to side, with his back to the fire. "C... | Katharine darkly. "As late as that! Well ?" She did not understand. "At twelve my horses turn into rats and off I go. The illusion fades. But I accept my fate. I make hay while the sun shines." Cassandra looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Here s Katharine talking about rats, and hay, and all sorts of odd things,... | Night And Day |
"You ve been dining out?" | Mary Datchet | had been glad to forget.<|quote|>"You ve been dining out?"</|quote|>she asked again, looking, with | sorts of things that she had been glad to forget.<|quote|>"You ve been dining out?"</|quote|>she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the | society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget.<|quote|>"Y... | for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary was almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" polic... | faith of the new reformers was expounded, but the reading was so frequently interrupted by discussion, and it was so often necessary to inform Mary "in strictest confidence" of the private characters and evil designs of certain individuals and societies that they were still only half-way through the manuscript. Neither... | upon the arm contained the ashes of many cigarettes. Mr. Basnett, a very young man with a fresh complexion and a high forehead from which the hair was combed straight back, was one of that group of "very able young men" suspected by Mr. Clacton, justly as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come do... | I ve got to see some one." "At this time of night?" Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have you got to see?" William demanded. "A friend," she remarked, half turning her head towards him. She knew that he wished her to stay, not, indeed, with them, but in their neighborhood, in case of need. "Katharine has a great many friends... | "Well, not exactly," Mary replied. "Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show me. We were going through them, but we d almost done.... Tell us about your party." Mary had a ruffled appearance, as if she had been running her fingers through her hair in the course of her conversation; she was dressed more or less like ... | Night And Day |
she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. | No speaker | "You ve been dining out?"<|quote|>she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes.</|quote|>"No, at home. Are you | had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?"<|quote|>she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes.</|quote|>"No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, | something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?"<|quote|>she asked... | frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary was almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely s... | was expounded, but the reading was so frequently interrupted by discussion, and it was so often necessary to inform Mary "in strictest confidence" of the private characters and evil designs of certain individuals and societies that they were still only half-way through the manuscript. Neither of them realized that the ... | ashes of many cigarettes. Mr. Basnett, a very young man with a fresh complexion and a high forehead from which the hair was combed straight back, was one of that group of "very able young men" suspected by Mr. Clacton, justly as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universi... | some one." "At this time of night?" Cassandra exclaimed. "Whom have you got to see?" William demanded. "A friend," she remarked, half turning her head towards him. She knew that he wished her to stay, not, indeed, with them, but in their neighborhood, in case of need. "Katharine has a great many friends," said William ... | done.... Tell us about your party." Mary had a ruffled appearance, as if she had been running her fingers through her hair in the course of her conversation; she was dressed more or less like a Russian peasant girl. She sat down again in a chair which looked as if it had been her seat for some hours; the saucer which s... | Night And Day |
"No, at home. Are you starting something new?" | Katharine Hilbery | silk and the pearl-sewn shoes.<|quote|>"No, at home. Are you starting something new?"</|quote|>Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking | little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes.<|quote|>"No, at home. Are you starting something new?"</|quote|>Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," | The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes.<|quote|>"No, at home. Are you sta... | one called "we." By this time Mary was almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of K... | necessary to inform Mary "in strictest confidence" of the private characters and evil designs of certain individuals and societies that they were still only half-way through the manuscript. Neither of them realized that the talk had already lasted three hours. In their absorption they had forgotten even to feed the fir... | high forehead from which the hair was combed straight back, was one of that group of "very able young men" suspected by Mr. Clacton, justly as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection ... | demanded. "A friend," she remarked, half turning her head towards him. She knew that he wished her to stay, not, indeed, with them, but in their neighborhood, in case of need. "Katharine has a great many friends," said William rather lamely, sitting down once more, as Katharine left the room. She was soon driving quick... | of that group of "very able young men" suspected by Mr. Clacton, justly as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn up a ... | Night And Day |
Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. | No speaker | Are you starting something new?"<|quote|>Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers.</|quote|>"We are," Mr. Basnett replied. | pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?"<|quote|>Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers.</|quote|>"We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I | extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?"<|quote|>Katharine hazarded, rather he... | almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extreme... | the private characters and evil designs of certain individuals and societies that they were still only half-way through the manuscript. Neither of them realized that the talk had already lasted three hours. In their absorption they had forgotten even to feed the fire, and yet both Mr. Basnett in his exposition, and Mar... | straight back, was one of that group of "very able young men" suspected by Mr. Clacton, justly as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young... | head towards him. She knew that he wished her to stay, not, indeed, with them, but in their neighborhood, in case of need. "Katharine has a great many friends," said William rather lamely, sitting down once more, as Katharine left the room. She was soon driving quickly, as she had wished to drive, through the lamp-lit ... | Russian peasant girl. She sat down again in a chair which looked as if it had been her seat for some hours; the saucer which stood upon the arm contained the ashes of many cigarettes. Mr. Basnett, a very young man with a fresh complexion and a high forehead from which the hair was combed straight back, was one of that ... | Night And Day |
"We are," | Mr. Basnett | hesitatingly, looking at the papers.<|quote|>"We are,"</|quote|>Mr. Basnett replied. He said | something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers.<|quote|>"We are,"</|quote|>Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking | Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers.<|quote|>"We are,"</|quote... | the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mar... | individuals and societies that they were still only half-way through the manuscript. Neither of them realized that the talk had already lasted three hours. In their absorption they had forgotten even to feed the fire, and yet both Mr. Basnett in his exposition, and Mary in her interrogation, carefully preserved a kind ... | "very able young men" suspected by Mr. Clacton, justly as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the ed... | her to stay, not, indeed, with them, but in their neighborhood, in case of need. "Katharine has a great many friends," said William rather lamely, sitting down once more, as Katharine left the room. She was soon driving quickly, as she had wished to drive, through the lamp-lit streets. She liked both light and speed, a... | combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissible to hire an office and engage a secretary, and he had been deputed to expound the scheme to Mary, and make her an offer of the Secretaryship, to which, as a matter of principle, a sm... | Night And Day |
Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. | No speaker | at the papers. "We are,"<|quote|>Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more.</|quote|>"I m thinking of leaving | Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are,"<|quote|>Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more.</|quote|>"I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," | all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are,"<|quote|>Mr. Basnett replied. ... | and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember... | societies that they were still only half-way through the manuscript. Neither of them realized that the talk had already lasted three hours. In their absorption they had forgotten even to feed the fire, and yet both Mr. Basnett in his exposition, and Mary in her interrogation, carefully preserved a kind of formality cal... | young men" suspected by Mr. Clacton, justly as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the education of ... | stay, not, indeed, with them, but in their neighborhood, in case of need. "Katharine has a great many friends," said William rather lamely, sitting down once more, as Katharine left the room. She was soon driving quickly, as she had wished to drive, through the lamp-lit streets. She liked both light and speed, and the ... | very young man with a fresh complexion and a high forehead from which the hair was combed straight back, was one of that group of "very able young men" suspected by Mr. Clacton, justly as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged wi... | Night And Day |
"I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," | Mary Datchet | replied. He said no more.<|quote|>"I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square,"</|quote|>Mary explained. "I see. And | papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more.<|quote|>"I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square,"</|quote|>Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something | been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more.<|quote|>"I m thinking of... | that "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been gl... | through the manuscript. Neither of them realized that the talk had already lasted three hours. In their absorption they had forgotten even to feed the fire, and yet both Mr. Basnett in his exposition, and Mary in her interrogation, carefully preserved a kind of formality calculated to check the desire of the human mind... | as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle cl... | their neighborhood, in case of need. "Katharine has a great many friends," said William rather lamely, sitting down once more, as Katharine left the room. She was soon driving quickly, as she had wished to drive, through the lamp-lit streets. She liked both light and speed, and the sense of being out of doors alone, an... | as a matter of principle, a small salary was attached. Since seven o clock that evening he had been reading out loud the document in which the faith of the new reformers was expounded, but the reading was so frequently interrupted by discussion, and it was so often necessary to inform Mary "in strictest confidence" of ... | Night And Day |
Mary explained. | No speaker | our friends in Russell Square,"<|quote|>Mary explained.</|quote|>"I see. And then you | "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square,"<|quote|>Mary explained.</|quote|>"I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, | asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square,"<|quote|>Mary expla... | quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, w... | had already lasted three hours. In their absorption they had forgotten even to feed the fire, and yet both Mr. Basnett in his exposition, and Mary in her interrogation, carefully preserved a kind of formality calculated to check the desire of the human mind for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am... | He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class and the working class, and for a joint assault of... | many friends," said William rather lamely, sitting down once more, as Katharine left the room. She was soon driving quickly, as she had wished to drive, through the lamp-lit streets. She liked both light and speed, and the sense of being out of doors alone, and the knowledge that she would reach Mary in her high, lonel... | assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissible to hire an office and engage a secretary, and he had been deputed to expound the scheme to Mary, and make her an offer of the Secretaryship, to which, as ... | Night And Day |
"I see. And then you will do something else." | Katharine Hilbery | in Russell Square," Mary explained.<|quote|>"I see. And then you will do something else."</|quote|>"Well, I m afraid I | thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained.<|quote|>"I see. And then you will do something else."</|quote|>"Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," | looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained.<|quote|>"I see.... | segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smil... | lasted three hours. In their absorption they had forgotten even to feed the fire, and yet both Mr. Basnett in his exposition, and Mary in her interrogation, carefully preserved a kind of formality calculated to check the desire of the human mind for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am I to unders... | come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class and the working class, and for a joint assault of the tw... | said William rather lamely, sitting down once more, as Katharine left the room. She was soon driving quickly, as she had wished to drive, through the lamp-lit streets. She liked both light and speed, and the sense of being out of doors alone, and the knowledge that she would reach Mary in her high, lonely room at the e... | expound the scheme to Mary, and make her an offer of the Secretaryship, to which, as a matter of principle, a small salary was attached. Since seven o clock that evening he had been reading out loud the document in which the faith of the new reformers was expounded, but the reading was so frequently interrupted by disc... | Night And Day |
"Well, I m afraid I like working," | Mary Datchet | you will do something else."<|quote|>"Well, I m afraid I like working,"</|quote|>said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr. | explained. "I see. And then you will do something else."<|quote|>"Well, I m afraid I like working,"</|quote|>said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, | and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else."<|quote|>"Well, I... | circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. ... | even to feed the fire, and yet both Mr. Basnett in his exposition, and Mary in her interrogation, carefully preserved a kind of formality calculated to check the desire of the human mind for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of ... | ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class and the working class, and for a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Educat... | Katharine left the room. She was soon driving quickly, as she had wished to drive, through the lamp-lit streets. She liked both light and speed, and the sense of being out of doors alone, and the knowledge that she would reach Mary in her high, lonely room at the end of the drive. She climbed the stone steps quickly, r... | the reading was so frequently interrupted by discussion, and it was so often necessary to inform Mary "in strictest confidence" of the private characters and evil designs of certain individuals and societies that they were still only half-way through the manuscript. Neither of them realized that the talk had already la... | Night And Day |
said Mary. | No speaker | m afraid I like working,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying | do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his | Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|... | Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Kath... | both Mr. Basnett in his exposition, and Mary in her interrogation, carefully preserved a kind of formality calculated to check the desire of the human mind for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this t... | reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class and the working class, and for a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. Th... | driving quickly, as she had wished to drive, through the lamp-lit streets. She liked both light and speed, and the sense of being out of doors alone, and the knowledge that she would reach Mary in her high, lonely room at the end of the drive. She climbed the stone steps quickly, remarking the queer look of her blue si... | scheme for the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class and the working class, and for a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissible to hire an office and engage a secretar... | Night And Day |
"Afraid," | Mr. Basnett | I like working," said Mary.<|quote|>"Afraid,"</|quote|>said Mr. Basnett, conveying the | else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary.<|quote|>"Afraid,"</|quote|>said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, | starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary.<|quote|>"Afraid,"<... | this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarde... | Basnett in his exposition, and Mary in her interrogation, carefully preserved a kind of formality calculated to check the desire of the human mind for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary ... | society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class and the working class, and for a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had al... | as she had wished to drive, through the lamp-lit streets. She liked both light and speed, and the sense of being out of doors alone, and the knowledge that she would reach Mary in her high, lonely room at the end of the drive. She climbed the stone steps quickly, remarking the queer look of her blue silk skirt and blue... | very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class and the working class, and for a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissible t... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. | No speaker | like working," said Mary. "Afraid,"<|quote|>said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work.</|quote|>"Yes," said Katharine, as if | "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid,"<|quote|>said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work.</|quote|>"Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion | something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid,"<|quote|>said Mr. ... | atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, ra... | in his exposition, and Mary in her interrogation, carefully preserved a kind of formality calculated to check the desire of the human mind for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary was almo... | In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class and the working class, and for a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already rea... | she had wished to drive, through the lamp-lit streets. She liked both light and speed, and the sense of being out of doors alone, and the knowledge that she would reach Mary in her high, lonely room at the end of the drive. She climbed the stone steps quickly, remarking the queer look of her blue silk skirt and blue sh... | dining out?" Mary asked. "Are you working?" Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook his head, as if he disowned his share in the question with some irritation. "Well, not exactly," Mary replied. "Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show me. We were going through them, but we d almost done.... Tell us ... | Night And Day |
"Yes," | Katharine Hilbery | afraid of liking to work.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Katharine, as if he | no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. | m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said ... | glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our ... | the human mind for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary was almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" socie... | the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class and the working class, and for a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissible to hire an office and engage a secretary, and he h... | out of doors alone, and the knowledge that she would reach Mary in her high, lonely room at the end of the drive. She climbed the stone steps quickly, remarking the queer look of her blue silk skirt and blue shoes upon the stone, dusty with the boots of the day, under the light of an occasional jet of flickering gas. T... | turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class an... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. | No speaker | of liking to work. "Yes,"<|quote|>said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud.</|quote|>"I should like to start | sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes,"<|quote|>said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud.</|quote|>"I should like to start something something off one s | thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes,"<|quote|>said Katharine, ... | to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our frien... | human mind for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary was almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, ... | education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class and the working class, and for a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissible to hire an office and engage a secretary, and he had b... | of doors alone, and the knowledge that she would reach Mary in her high, lonely room at the end of the drive. She climbed the stone steps quickly, remarking the queer look of her blue silk skirt and blue shoes upon the stone, dusty with the boots of the day, under the light of an occasional jet of flickering gas. The d... | question with some irritation. "Well, not exactly," Mary replied. "Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show me. We were going through them, but we d almost done.... Tell us about your party." Mary had a ruffled appearance, as if she had been running her fingers through her hair in the course of her conversation; she... | Night And Day |
"I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." | Katharine Hilbery | had stated this opinion aloud.<|quote|>"I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like."</|quote|>"Yes, that s the fun," | said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud.<|quote|>"I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like."</|quote|>"Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at | "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud.<|quote|>"I should like to start some... | looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And the... | I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary was almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the mai... | and the working class, and for a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissible to hire an office and engage a secretary, and he had been deputed to expound the scheme to Mary, and make her an of... | Mary in her high, lonely room at the end of the drive. She climbed the stone steps quickly, remarking the queer look of her blue silk skirt and blue shoes upon the stone, dusty with the boots of the day, under the light of an occasional jet of flickering gas. The door was opened in a second by Mary herself, whose face ... | cigarettes. Mr. Basnett, a very young man with a fresh complexion and a high forehead from which the hair was combed straight back, was one of that group of "very able young men" suspected by Mr. Clacton, justly as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ... | Night And Day |
"Yes, that s the fun," | Mr. Basnett | s what I should like."<|quote|>"Yes, that s the fun,"</|quote|>said Mr. Basnett, looking at | one s own bat that s what I should like."<|quote|>"Yes, that s the fun,"</|quote|>said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time | "Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like."<|quote|>"Yes, that s the fun,"</|quote... | starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr.... | time Mary was almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphe... | the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissible to hire an office and engage a secretary, and he had been deputed to expound the scheme to Mary, and make her an offer of the Secretaryship, to which, as a matter of principle, a small salary was attached. Sin... | remarking the queer look of her blue silk skirt and blue shoes upon the stone, dusty with the boots of the day, under the light of an occasional jet of flickering gas. The door was opened in a second by Mary herself, whose face showed not only surprise at the sight of her visitor, but some degree of embarrassment. She ... | a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissible to hire an office and engage a secretary, and he had been deputed to expound the scheme to Mary, and make her an offer of the Secretaryship, to wh... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. | No speaker | "Yes, that s the fun,"<|quote|>said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe.</|quote|>"But you can t limit | s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun,"<|quote|>said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe.</|quote|>"But you can t limit work that s what I | the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun,"<|quote|>said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the firs... | rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in h... | that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, a... | Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissible to hire an office and engage a secretary, and he had been deputed to expound the scheme to Mary, and make her an offer of the Secretaryship, to which, as a matter of principle, a small salary was attached. Since seven o clock that evening he ... | her blue silk skirt and blue shoes upon the stone, dusty with the boots of the day, under the light of an occasional jet of flickering gas. The door was opened in a second by Mary herself, whose face showed not only surprise at the sight of her visitor, but some degree of embarrassment. She greeted her cordially, and, ... | in a chair which looked as if it had been her seat for some hours; the saucer which stood upon the arm contained the ashes of many cigarettes. Mr. Basnett, a very young man with a fresh complexion and a high forehead from which the hair was combed straight back, was one of that group of "very able young men" suspected ... | Night And Day |
"But you can t limit work that s what I mean," | Mary Datchet | keenly, and refilling his pipe.<|quote|>"But you can t limit work that s what I mean,"</|quote|>said Mary. "I mean there | for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe.<|quote|>"But you can t limit work that s what I mean,"</|quote|>said Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work. | "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe.<|quote|>"But you can t limit work that s what I mean,... | m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if ... | "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to... | office and engage a secretary, and he had been deputed to expound the scheme to Mary, and make her an offer of the Secretaryship, to which, as a matter of principle, a small salary was attached. Since seven o clock that evening he had been reading out loud the document in which the faith of the new reformers was expoun... | day, under the light of an occasional jet of flickering gas. The door was opened in a second by Mary herself, whose face showed not only surprise at the sight of her visitor, but some degree of embarrassment. She greeted her cordially, and, as there was no time for explanations, Katharine walked straight into the sitti... | was permissible to hire an office and engage a secretary, and he had been deputed to expound the scheme to Mary, and make her an offer of the Secretaryship, to which, as a matter of principle, a small salary was attached. Since seven o clock that evening he had been reading out loud the document in which the faith of t... | Night And Day |
said Mary. | No speaker | that s what I mean,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"I mean there are other | you can t limit work that s what I mean,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"I mean there are other sorts of work. No one | "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"I mean there are other sorts of work. No... | "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something so... | segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smil... | expound the scheme to Mary, and make her an offer of the Secretaryship, to which, as a matter of principle, a small salary was attached. Since seven o clock that evening he had been reading out loud the document in which the faith of the new reformers was expounded, but the reading was so frequently interrupted by disc... | The door was opened in a second by Mary herself, whose face showed not only surprise at the sight of her visitor, but some degree of embarrassment. She greeted her cordially, and, as there was no time for explanations, Katharine walked straight into the sitting-room, and found herself in the presence of a young man who... | influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class and the working clas... | Night And Day |
"I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder than a woman with little children." | Mary Datchet | what I mean," said Mary.<|quote|>"I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder than a woman with little children."</|quote|>"Quite so," said Mr. Basnett. | t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary.<|quote|>"I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder than a woman with little children."</|quote|>"Quite so," said Mr. Basnett. "It s precisely the women | like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary.<|quote|>"I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder t... | And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something ... | the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue s... | scheme to Mary, and make her an offer of the Secretaryship, to which, as a matter of principle, a small salary was attached. Since seven o clock that evening he had been reading out loud the document in which the faith of the new reformers was expounded, but the reading was so frequently interrupted by discussion, and ... | was opened in a second by Mary herself, whose face showed not only surprise at the sight of her visitor, but some degree of embarrassment. She greeted her cordially, and, as there was no time for explanations, Katharine walked straight into the sitting-room, and found herself in the presence of a young man who was lyin... | that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, a... | Night And Day |
"Quite so," | Mr. Basnett | a woman with little children."<|quote|>"Quite so,"</|quote|>said Mr. Basnett. "It s | No one works harder than a woman with little children."<|quote|>"Quite so,"</|quote|>said Mr. Basnett. "It s precisely the women with babies | s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder than a woman with little children."<|quote|>"Quite so,"</|quote|>said Mr. Basnett. "It s precisely t... | Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at h... | was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesita... | a small salary was attached. Since seven o clock that evening he had been reading out loud the document in which the faith of the new reformers was expounded, but the reading was so frequently interrupted by discussion, and it was so often necessary to inform Mary "in strictest confidence" of the private characters and... | her visitor, but some degree of embarrassment. She greeted her cordially, and, as there was no time for explanations, Katharine walked straight into the sitting-room, and found herself in the presence of a young man who was lying back in a chair and holding a sheet of paper in his hand, at which he was looking as if he... | permissible to hire an office and engage a secretary, and he had been deputed to expound the scheme to Mary, and make her an offer of the Secretaryship, to which, as a matter of principle, a small salary was attached. Since seven o clock that evening he had been reading out loud the document in which the faith of the n... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Basnett. | No speaker | with little children." "Quite so,"<|quote|>said Mr. Basnett.</|quote|>"It s precisely the women | works harder than a woman with little children." "Quite so,"<|quote|>said Mr. Basnett.</|quote|>"It s precisely the women with babies we want to | fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder than a woman with little children." "Quite so,"<|quote|>said Mr. Basnett.</|quote|>"It s precisely the wom... | conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the fi... | incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, lookin... | salary was attached. Since seven o clock that evening he had been reading out loud the document in which the faith of the new reformers was expounded, but the reading was so frequently interrupted by discussion, and it was so often necessary to inform Mary "in strictest confidence" of the private characters and evil de... | but some degree of embarrassment. She greeted her cordially, and, as there was no time for explanations, Katharine walked straight into the sitting-room, and found herself in the presence of a young man who was lying back in a chair and holding a sheet of paper in his hand, at which he was looking as if he expected to ... | turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class an... | Night And Day |
"It s precisely the women with babies we want to get hold of." | Mr. Basnett | "Quite so," said Mr. Basnett.<|quote|>"It s precisely the women with babies we want to get hold of."</|quote|>He glanced at his document, | a woman with little children." "Quite so," said Mr. Basnett.<|quote|>"It s precisely the women with babies we want to get hold of."</|quote|>He glanced at his document, rolled it into a cylinder | Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder than a woman with little children." "Quite so," said Mr. Basnett.<|quote|>"It s precisely the women with babies we want t... | that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, a... | the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We ... | Since seven o clock that evening he had been reading out loud the document in which the faith of the new reformers was expounded, but the reading was so frequently interrupted by discussion, and it was so often necessary to inform Mary "in strictest confidence" of the private characters and evil designs of certain indi... | of embarrassment. She greeted her cordially, and, as there was no time for explanations, Katharine walked straight into the sitting-room, and found herself in the presence of a young man who was lying back in a chair and holding a sheet of paper in his hand, at which he was looking as if he expected to go on immediatel... | seven o clock that evening he had been reading out loud the document in which the faith of the new reformers was expounded, but the reading was so frequently interrupted by discussion, and it was so often necessary to inform Mary "in strictest confidence" of the private characters and evil designs of certain individual... | Night And Day |
He glanced at his document, rolled it into a cylinder between his fingers, and gazed into the fire. Katharine felt that in this company anything that one said would be judged upon its merits; one had only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assumption that the number of things that could ... | No speaker | want to get hold of."<|quote|>He glanced at his document, rolled it into a cylinder between his fingers, and gazed into the fire. Katharine felt that in this company anything that one said would be judged upon its merits; one had only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assumption that th... | the women with babies we want to get hold of."<|quote|>He glanced at his document, rolled it into a cylinder between his fingers, and gazed into the fire. Katharine felt that in this company anything that one said would be judged upon its merits; one had only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a c... | pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder than a woman with little children." "Quite so," said Mr. Basnett. "It s precisely the women with babies we want to get hold of."<|quote|>He glanced at his document, rolled it into a cylinder betwee... | work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," ... | been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving... | document in which the faith of the new reformers was expounded, but the reading was so frequently interrupted by discussion, and it was so often necessary to inform Mary "in strictest confidence" of the private characters and evil designs of certain individuals and societies that they were still only half-way through t... | explanations, Katharine walked straight into the sitting-room, and found herself in the presence of a young man who was lying back in a chair and holding a sheet of paper in his hand, at which he was looking as if he expected to go on immediately with what he was in the middle of saying to Mary Datchet. The apparition ... | the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We ... | Night And Day |
"When will the public know?" | Katharine Hilbery | face which attracted her intelligence.<|quote|>"When will the public know?"</|quote|>she asked. "What d you | was an intelligence in his face which attracted her intelligence.<|quote|>"When will the public know?"</|quote|>she asked. "What d you mean about us?" Mr. Basnett | one had only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assumption that the number of things that could properly be thought about was strictly limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence in his face which attracted her intelligence.<|quote|>"When will the ... | said Mr. Basnett. "It s precisely the women with babies we want to get hold of." He glanced at his document, rolled it into a cylinder between his fingers, and gazed into the fire. Katharine felt that in this company anything that one said would be judged upon its merits; one had only to say what one thought, rather ba... | conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the fi... | and Mary in her interrogation, carefully preserved a kind of formality calculated to check the desire of the human mind for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary was almost persuaded that s... | again with a jerk. "Have you been dining out?" Mary asked. "Are you working?" Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook his head, as if he disowned his share in the question with some irritation. "Well, not exactly," Mary replied. "Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show me. We were going through them,... | at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "... | Night And Day |
she asked. | No speaker | "When will the public know?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"What d you mean about | face which attracted her intelligence. "When will the public know?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"What d you mean about us?" Mr. Basnett asked, with | what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assumption that the number of things that could properly be thought about was strictly limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence in his face which attracted her intelligence. "When will the public know?"<|quote|>she as... | precisely the women with babies we want to get hold of." He glanced at his document, rolled it into a cylinder between his fingers, and gazed into the fire. Katharine felt that in this company anything that one said would be judged upon its merits; one had only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a... | his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refill... | carefully preserved a kind of formality calculated to check the desire of the human mind for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary was almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "w... | you been dining out?" Mary asked. "Are you working?" Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook his head, as if he disowned his share in the question with some irritation. "Well, not exactly," Mary replied. "Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show me. We were going through them, but we d almost done....... | "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should... | Night And Day |
"What d you mean about us?" | Mr. Basnett | the public know?" she asked.<|quote|>"What d you mean about us?"</|quote|>Mr. Basnett asked, with a | attracted her intelligence. "When will the public know?" she asked.<|quote|>"What d you mean about us?"</|quote|>Mr. Basnett asked, with a little smile. "That depends upon | thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assumption that the number of things that could properly be thought about was strictly limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence in his face which attracted her intelligence. "When will the public know?" she asked.<|quote|>"Wha... | women with babies we want to get hold of." He glanced at his document, rolled it into a cylinder between his fingers, and gazed into the fire. Katharine felt that in this company anything that one said would be judged upon its merits; one had only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assum... | no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe.... | a kind of formality calculated to check the desire of the human mind for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary was almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with ... | dining out?" Mary asked. "Are you working?" Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook his head, as if he disowned his share in the question with some irritation. "Well, not exactly," Mary replied. "Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show me. We were going through them, but we d almost done.... Tell us ... | starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr.... | Night And Day |
Mr. Basnett asked, with a little smile. | No speaker | d you mean about us?"<|quote|>Mr. Basnett asked, with a little smile.</|quote|>"That depends upon many things," | public know?" she asked. "What d you mean about us?"<|quote|>Mr. Basnett asked, with a little smile.</|quote|>"That depends upon many things," said Mary. The conspirators looked | a curious assumption that the number of things that could properly be thought about was strictly limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence in his face which attracted her intelligence. "When will the public know?" she asked. "What d you mean about us?"<|quote|>Mr. Basnett asked... | get hold of." He glanced at his document, rolled it into a cylinder between his fingers, and gazed into the fire. Katharine felt that in this company anything that one said would be judged upon its merits; one had only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assumption that the number of thin... | of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s w... | check the desire of the human mind for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary was almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our... | working?" Katharine inquired simultaneously. The young man shook his head, as if he disowned his share in the question with some irritation. "Well, not exactly," Mary replied. "Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show me. We were going through them, but we d almost done.... Tell us about your party." Mary had a ruff... | o clock that evening he had been reading out loud the document in which the faith of the new reformers was expounded, but the reading was so frequently interrupted by discussion, and it was so often necessary to inform Mary "in strictest confidence" of the private characters and evil designs of certain individuals and ... | Night And Day |
"That depends upon many things," | Mary Datchet | asked, with a little smile.<|quote|>"That depends upon many things,"</|quote|>said Mary. The conspirators looked | mean about us?" Mr. Basnett asked, with a little smile.<|quote|>"That depends upon many things,"</|quote|>said Mary. The conspirators looked pleased, as if Katharine s | things that could properly be thought about was strictly limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence in his face which attracted her intelligence. "When will the public know?" she asked. "What d you mean about us?" Mr. Basnett asked, with a little smile.<|quote|>"That depends upo... | document, rolled it into a cylinder between his fingers, and gazed into the fire. Katharine felt that in this company anything that one said would be judged upon its merits; one had only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assumption that the number of things that could properly be though... | as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are ... | for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary was almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" polic... | shook his head, as if he disowned his share in the question with some irritation. "Well, not exactly," Mary replied. "Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show me. We were going through them, but we d almost done.... Tell us about your party." Mary had a ruffled appearance, as if she had been running her fingers thro... | of the new reformers was expounded, but the reading was so frequently interrupted by discussion, and it was so often necessary to inform Mary "in strictest confidence" of the private characters and evil designs of certain individuals and societies that they were still only half-way through the manuscript. Neither of th... | Night And Day |
said Mary. The conspirators looked pleased, as if Katharine s question, with the belief in their existence which it implied, had a warming effect upon them. | No speaker | "That depends upon many things,"<|quote|>said Mary. The conspirators looked pleased, as if Katharine s question, with the belief in their existence which it implied, had a warming effect upon them.</|quote|>"In starting a society such | asked, with a little smile. "That depends upon many things,"<|quote|>said Mary. The conspirators looked pleased, as if Katharine s question, with the belief in their existence which it implied, had a warming effect upon them.</|quote|>"In starting a society such as we wish to start | thought about was strictly limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence in his face which attracted her intelligence. "When will the public know?" she asked. "What d you mean about us?" Mr. Basnett asked, with a little smile. "That depends upon many things,"<|quote|>said Mary. The... | cylinder between his fingers, and gazed into the fire. Katharine felt that in this company anything that one said would be judged upon its merits; one had only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assumption that the number of things that could properly be thought about was strictly limite... | this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work.... | frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary was almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely s... | he disowned his share in the question with some irritation. "Well, not exactly," Mary replied. "Mr. Basnett had brought some papers to show me. We were going through them, but we d almost done.... Tell us about your party." Mary had a ruffled appearance, as if she had been running her fingers through her hair in the co... | document in which the faith of the new reformers was expounded, but the reading was so frequently interrupted by discussion, and it was so often necessary to inform Mary "in strictest confidence" of the private characters and evil designs of certain individuals and societies that they were still only half-way through t... | Night And Day |
"In starting a society such as we wish to start (we can t say any more at present)," | Mr. Basnett | a warming effect upon them.<|quote|>"In starting a society such as we wish to start (we can t say any more at present),"</|quote|>Mr. Basnett began, with a | existence which it implied, had a warming effect upon them.<|quote|>"In starting a society such as we wish to start (we can t say any more at present),"</|quote|>Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head, | will the public know?" she asked. "What d you mean about us?" Mr. Basnett asked, with a little smile. "That depends upon many things," said Mary. The conspirators looked pleased, as if Katharine s question, with the belief in their existence which it implied, had a warming effect upon them.<|quote|>"In starting a socie... | had only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assumption that the number of things that could properly be thought about was strictly limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence in his face which attracted her intelligence. "When will the public know?... | said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder than a woman with little children." "Quite so," said Mr. Basnett. "It s precisely the women with babies we want ... | that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, a... | going through them, but we d almost done.... Tell us about your party." Mary had a ruffled appearance, as if she had been running her fingers through her hair in the course of her conversation; she was dressed more or less like a Russian peasant girl. She sat down again in a chair which looked as if it had been her sea... | human mind for irrelevant discussion. Her questions frequently began, "Am I to understand " and his replies invariably represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary was almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, ... | Night And Day |
Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head, | No speaker | say any more at present),"<|quote|>Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head,</|quote|>"there are two things to | to start (we can t say any more at present),"<|quote|>Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head,</|quote|>"there are two things to remember the Press and the | smile. "That depends upon many things," said Mary. The conspirators looked pleased, as if Katharine s question, with the belief in their existence which it implied, had a warming effect upon them. "In starting a society such as we wish to start (we can t say any more at present),"<|quote|>Mr. Basnett began, with a litt... | of things that could properly be thought about was strictly limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence in his face which attracted her intelligence. "When will the public know?" she asked. "What d you mean about us?" Mr. Basnett asked, with a little smile. "That depends upon man... | can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder than a woman with little children." "Quite so," said Mr. Basnett. "It s precisely the women with babies we want to get hold of." He glanced at his document, rolled it into a cylinder between his fingers, and gaze... | "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You... | as if she had been running her fingers through her hair in the course of her conversation; she was dressed more or less like a Russian peasant girl. She sat down again in a chair which looked as if it had been her seat for some hours; the saucer which stood upon the arm contained the ashes of many cigarettes. Mr. Basne... | impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rathe... | Night And Day |
"there are two things to remember the Press and the public. Other societies, which shall be nameless, have gone under because they ve appealed only to cranks. If you don t want a mutual admiration society, which dies as soon as you ve all discovered each other s faults, you must nobble the Press. You must appeal to the... | Mr. Basnett | little jerk of his head,<|quote|>"there are two things to remember the Press and the public. Other societies, which shall be nameless, have gone under because they ve appealed only to cranks. If you don t want a mutual admiration society, which dies as soon as you ve all discovered each other s faults, you must nobble ... | Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head,<|quote|>"there are two things to remember the Press and the public. Other societies, which shall be nameless, have gone under because they ve appealed only to cranks. If you don t want a mutual admiration society, which dies as soon as you ve all discovered each other ... | looked pleased, as if Katharine s question, with the belief in their existence which it implied, had a warming effect upon them. "In starting a society such as we wish to start (we can t say any more at present)," Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head,<|quote|>"there are two things to remember the Press and... | limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence in his face which attracted her intelligence. "When will the public know?" she asked. "What d you mean about us?" Mr. Basnett asked, with a little smile. "That depends upon many things," said Mary. The conspirators looked pleased, as if... | Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder than a woman with little children." "Quite so," said Mr. Basnett. "It s precisely the women with babies we want to get hold of." He glanced at his document, rolled it into a cylinder between his fingers, and gazed into the fire. Katharine felt that in thi... | from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the b... | hair in the course of her conversation; she was dressed more or less like a Russian peasant girl. She sat down again in a chair which looked as if it had been her seat for some hours; the saucer which stood upon the arm contained the ashes of many cigarettes. Mr. Basnett, a very young man with a fresh complexion and a ... | what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder than a woman with little children." "Quite so," said Mr. Basnett. "I... | Night And Day |
"That s the difficulty," | Mary Datchet | must appeal to the public."<|quote|>"That s the difficulty,"</|quote|>said Mary thoughtfully. "That s | must nobble the Press. You must appeal to the public."<|quote|>"That s the difficulty,"</|quote|>said Mary thoughtfully. "That s where she comes in," said | public. Other societies, which shall be nameless, have gone under because they ve appealed only to cranks. If you don t want a mutual admiration society, which dies as soon as you ve all discovered each other s faults, you must nobble the Press. You must appeal to the public."<|quote|>"That s the difficulty,"</|quote|>... | in their existence which it implied, had a warming effect upon them. "In starting a society such as we wish to start (we can t say any more at present)," Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head, "there are two things to remember the Press and the public. Other societies, which shall be nameless, have gone und... | company anything that one said would be judged upon its merits; one had only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assumption that the number of things that could properly be thought about was strictly limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence in hi... | pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like... | and a high forehead from which the hair was combed straight back, was one of that group of "very able young men" suspected by Mr. Clacton, justly as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In conne... | children." "Quite so," said Mr. Basnett. "It s precisely the women with babies we want to get hold of." He glanced at his document, rolled it into a cylinder between his fingers, and gazed into the fire. Katharine felt that in this company anything that one said would be judged upon its merits; one had only to say what... | Night And Day |
said Mary thoughtfully. | No speaker | public." "That s the difficulty,"<|quote|>said Mary thoughtfully.</|quote|>"That s where she comes | You must appeal to the public." "That s the difficulty,"<|quote|>said Mary thoughtfully.</|quote|>"That s where she comes in," said Mr. Basnett, jerking | shall be nameless, have gone under because they ve appealed only to cranks. If you don t want a mutual admiration society, which dies as soon as you ve all discovered each other s faults, you must nobble the Press. You must appeal to the public." "That s the difficulty,"<|quote|>said Mary thoughtfully.</|quote|>"That s... | it implied, had a warming effect upon them. "In starting a society such as we wish to start (we can t say any more at present)," Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head, "there are two things to remember the Press and the public. Other societies, which shall be nameless, have gone under because they ve appeal... | said would be judged upon its merits; one had only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assumption that the number of things that could properly be thought about was strictly limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence in his face which attracted her... | home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afr... | from which the hair was combed straight back, was one of that group of "very able young men" suspected by Mr. Clacton, justly as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest ... | society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve be... | Night And Day |
"That s where she comes in," | Mr. Basnett | the difficulty," said Mary thoughtfully.<|quote|>"That s where she comes in,"</|quote|>said Mr. Basnett, jerking his | to the public." "That s the difficulty," said Mary thoughtfully.<|quote|>"That s where she comes in,"</|quote|>said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction. | have gone under because they ve appealed only to cranks. If you don t want a mutual admiration society, which dies as soon as you ve all discovered each other s faults, you must nobble the Press. You must appeal to the public." "That s the difficulty," said Mary thoughtfully.<|quote|>"That s where she comes in,"</|quot... | a warming effect upon them. "In starting a society such as we wish to start (we can t say any more at present)," Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head, "there are two things to remember the Press and the public. Other societies, which shall be nameless, have gone under because they ve appealed only to crank... | judged upon its merits; one had only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assumption that the number of things that could properly be thought about was strictly limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence in his face which attracted her intelligence.... | starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr.... | hair was combed straight back, was one of that group of "very able young men" suspected by Mr. Clacton, justly as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of... | represented the views of some one called "we." By this time Mary was almost persuaded that she, too, was included in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior ill... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction. | No speaker | s where she comes in,"<|quote|>said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction.</|quote|>"She s the only one | difficulty," said Mary thoughtfully. "That s where she comes in,"<|quote|>said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction.</|quote|>"She s the only one of us who s a | appealed only to cranks. If you don t want a mutual admiration society, which dies as soon as you ve all discovered each other s faults, you must nobble the Press. You must appeal to the public." "That s the difficulty," said Mary thoughtfully. "That s where she comes in,"<|quote|>said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in ... | starting a society such as we wish to start (we can t say any more at present)," Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head, "there are two things to remember the Press and the public. Other societies, which shall be nameless, have gone under because they ve appealed only to cranks. If you don t want a mutual ad... | only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assumption that the number of things that could properly be thought about was strictly limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence in his face which attracted her intelligence. "When will the public know?" sh... | hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opin... | one of that group of "very able young men" suspected by Mr. Clacton, justly as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn u... | "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder... | Night And Day |
"She s the only one of us who s a capitalist. She can make a whole-time job of it. I m tied to an office; I can only give my spare time. Are you, by any chance, on the look-out for a job?" | Mr. Basnett | head in Mary s direction.<|quote|>"She s the only one of us who s a capitalist. She can make a whole-time job of it. I m tied to an office; I can only give my spare time. Are you, by any chance, on the look-out for a job?"</|quote|>he asked Katharine, with a | said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction.<|quote|>"She s the only one of us who s a capitalist. She can make a whole-time job of it. I m tied to an office; I can only give my spare time. Are you, by any chance, on the look-out for a job?"</|quote|>he asked Katharine, with a queer mixture of distrust and | mutual admiration society, which dies as soon as you ve all discovered each other s faults, you must nobble the Press. You must appeal to the public." "That s the difficulty," said Mary thoughtfully. "That s where she comes in," said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction.<|quote|>"She s the only one of us w... | can t say any more at present)," Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head, "there are two things to remember the Press and the public. Other societies, which shall be nameless, have gone under because they ve appealed only to cranks. If you don t want a mutual admiration society, which dies as soon as you ve a... | with a curious assumption that the number of things that could properly be thought about was strictly limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence in his face which attracted her intelligence. "When will the public know?" she asked. "What d you mean about us?" Mr. Basnett asked, w... | He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," sa... | by Mr. Clacton, justly as it turned out, of an influence upon Mary Datchet. He had come down from one of the Universities not long ago, and was now charged with the reformation of society. In connection with the rest of the group of very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the education of labor, for the amalga... | illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You ve been dining out?" she asked again, looking, with a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are y... | Night And Day |
he asked Katharine, with a queer mixture of distrust and deference. | No speaker | the look-out for a job?"<|quote|>he asked Katharine, with a queer mixture of distrust and deference.</|quote|>"Marriage is her job at | you, by any chance, on the look-out for a job?"<|quote|>he asked Katharine, with a queer mixture of distrust and deference.</|quote|>"Marriage is her job at present," Mary replied for her. | jerking his head in Mary s direction. "She s the only one of us who s a capitalist. She can make a whole-time job of it. I m tied to an office; I can only give my spare time. Are you, by any chance, on the look-out for a job?"<|quote|>he asked Katharine, with a queer mixture of distrust and deference.</|quote|>"Marriag... | cranks. If you don t want a mutual admiration society, which dies as soon as you ve all discovered each other s faults, you must nobble the Press. You must appeal to the public." "That s the difficulty," said Mary thoughtfully. "That s where she comes in," said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction. "She s ... | she asked. "What d you mean about us?" Mr. Basnett asked, with a little smile. "That depends upon many things," said Mary. The conspirators looked pleased, as if Katharine s question, with the belief in their existence which it implied, had a warming effect upon them. "In starting a society such as we wish to start (we... | his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refill... | of very able young men he had drawn up a scheme for the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class and the working class, and for a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissibl... | you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said... | Night And Day |
"Marriage is her job at present," | Mary Datchet | mixture of distrust and deference.<|quote|>"Marriage is her job at present,"</|quote|>Mary replied for her. "Oh, | asked Katharine, with a queer mixture of distrust and deference.<|quote|>"Marriage is her job at present,"</|quote|>Mary replied for her. "Oh, I see," said Mr. Basnett. | one of us who s a capitalist. She can make a whole-time job of it. I m tied to an office; I can only give my spare time. Are you, by any chance, on the look-out for a job?" he asked Katharine, with a queer mixture of distrust and deference.<|quote|>"Marriage is her job at present,"</|quote|>Mary replied for her. "Oh, I... | dies as soon as you ve all discovered each other s faults, you must nobble the Press. You must appeal to the public." "That s the difficulty," said Mary thoughtfully. "That s where she comes in," said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction. "She s the only one of us who s a capitalist. She can make a whole-t... | with a little smile. "That depends upon many things," said Mary. The conspirators looked pleased, as if Katharine s question, with the belief in their existence which it implied, had a warming effect upon them. "In starting a society such as we wish to start (we can t say any more at present)," Mr. Basnett began, with ... | work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," ... | for the education of labor, for the amalgamation of the middle class and the working class, and for a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissible to hire an office and engage a secretary, and ... | the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder than a woman with little children." "Quite so," said Mr. Basnett. "It s precisely the women with babies we want to get hold of." He glanced at his do... | Night And Day |
Mary replied for her. | No speaker | is her job at present,"<|quote|>Mary replied for her.</|quote|>"Oh, I see," said Mr. | of distrust and deference. "Marriage is her job at present,"<|quote|>Mary replied for her.</|quote|>"Oh, I see," said Mr. Basnett. He made allowances for | capitalist. She can make a whole-time job of it. I m tied to an office; I can only give my spare time. Are you, by any chance, on the look-out for a job?" he asked Katharine, with a queer mixture of distrust and deference. "Marriage is her job at present,"<|quote|>Mary replied for her.</|quote|>"Oh, I see," said Mr. Ba... | all discovered each other s faults, you must nobble the Press. You must appeal to the public." "That s the difficulty," said Mary thoughtfully. "That s where she comes in," said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction. "She s the only one of us who s a capitalist. She can make a whole-time job of it. I m tied... | upon many things," said Mary. The conspirators looked pleased, as if Katharine s question, with the belief in their existence which it implied, had a warming effect upon them. "In starting a society such as we wish to start (we can t say any more at present)," Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head, "there a... | he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are other ... | the amalgamation of the middle class and the working class, and for a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissible to hire an office and engage a secretary, and he had been deputed to expound t... | leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could be afraid of liking to work. "Yes," said Katharine, as if he had stated ... | Night And Day |
"Oh, I see," | Mr. Basnett | present," Mary replied for her.<|quote|>"Oh, I see,"</|quote|>said Mr. Basnett. He made | "Marriage is her job at present," Mary replied for her.<|quote|>"Oh, I see,"</|quote|>said Mr. Basnett. He made allowances for that; he and | a whole-time job of it. I m tied to an office; I can only give my spare time. Are you, by any chance, on the look-out for a job?" he asked Katharine, with a queer mixture of distrust and deference. "Marriage is her job at present," Mary replied for her.<|quote|>"Oh, I see,"</|quote|>said Mr. Basnett. He made allowances... | s faults, you must nobble the Press. You must appeal to the public." "That s the difficulty," said Mary thoughtfully. "That s where she comes in," said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction. "She s the only one of us who s a capitalist. She can make a whole-time job of it. I m tied to an office; I can only ... | Mary. The conspirators looked pleased, as if Katharine s question, with the belief in their existence which it implied, had a warming effect upon them. "In starting a society such as we wish to start (we can t say any more at present)," Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head, "there are two things to remembe... | opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work. No o... | middle class and the working class, and for a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissible to hire an office and engage a secretary, and he had been deputed to expound the scheme to Mary, and m... | this company anything that one said would be judged upon its merits; one had only to say what one thought, rather barely and tersely, with a curious assumption that the number of things that could properly be thought about was strictly limited. And Mr. Basnett was only stiff upon the surface; there was an intelligence ... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Basnett. He made allowances for that; he and his friends had faced the question of sex, along with all others, and assigned it an honorable place in their scheme of life. Katharine felt this beneath the roughness of his manner; and a world entrusted to the guardianship of Mary Datchet and Mr. Basnett seemed to... | No speaker | for her. "Oh, I see,"<|quote|>said Mr. Basnett. He made allowances for that; he and his friends had faced the question of sex, along with all others, and assigned it an honorable place in their scheme of life. Katharine felt this beneath the roughness of his manner; and a world entrusted to the guardianship of Mary Dat... | job at present," Mary replied for her. "Oh, I see,"<|quote|>said Mr. Basnett. He made allowances for that; he and his friends had faced the question of sex, along with all others, and assigned it an honorable place in their scheme of life. Katharine felt this beneath the roughness of his manner; and a world entrusted t... | of it. I m tied to an office; I can only give my spare time. Are you, by any chance, on the look-out for a job?" he asked Katharine, with a queer mixture of distrust and deference. "Marriage is her job at present," Mary replied for her. "Oh, I see,"<|quote|>said Mr. Basnett. He made allowances for that; he and his frie... | must nobble the Press. You must appeal to the public." "That s the difficulty," said Mary thoughtfully. "That s where she comes in," said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction. "She s the only one of us who s a capitalist. She can make a whole-time job of it. I m tied to an office; I can only give my spare ... | looked pleased, as if Katharine s question, with the belief in their existence which it implied, had a warming effect upon them. "In starting a society such as we wish to start (we can t say any more at present)," Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head, "there are two things to remember the Press and the pub... | should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder th... | the working class, and for a joint assault of the two bodies, combined in the Society for the Education of Democracy, upon Capital. The scheme had already reached the stage in which it was permissible to hire an office and engage a secretary, and he had been deputed to expound the scheme to Mary, and make her an offer ... | "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are other sorts of work. No one works harder than a woman with little children." "Quite so," said Mr. Basnett. "It s precisely the wom... | Night And Day |
"Well, you ll ask me to join when the time comes, I hope." | Katharine Hilbery | she said to Mr. Basnett:<|quote|>"Well, you ll ask me to join when the time comes, I hope."</|quote|>He nodded, and took his | this society, and thus thinking, she said to Mr. Basnett:<|quote|>"Well, you ll ask me to join when the time comes, I hope."</|quote|>He nodded, and took his pipe from his mouth, but, | the citizen of a nobler state than ours. Katharine turned over her small stock of information, and wondered what their society might be going to attempt. Then she remembered that she was hindering their business, and rose, still thinking of this society, and thus thinking, she said to Mr. Basnett:<|quote|>"Well, you ll... | or workingman variety of him. Not that Mr. Basnett, giving his days to commerce and his spare time to social reform, would long carry about him any trace of his possibilities of completeness; but, for the moment, in his youth and ardor, still speculative, still uncramped, one might imagine him the citizen of a nobler s... | place in their scheme of life. Katharine felt this beneath the roughness of his manner; and a world entrusted to the guardianship of Mary Datchet and Mr. Basnett seemed to her a good world, although not a romantic or beautiful place or, to put it figuratively, a place where any line of blue mist softly linked tree to t... | as we wish to start (we can t say any more at present)," Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head, "there are two things to remember the Press and the public. Other societies, which shall be nameless, have gone under because they ve appealed only to cranks. If you don t want a mutual admiration society, which ... | in the "we," and agreed with Mr. Basnett in believing that "our" views, "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making ... | was an intelligence in his face which attracted her intelligence. "When will the public know?" she asked. "What d you mean about us?" Mr. Basnett asked, with a little smile. "That depends upon many things," said Mary. The conspirators looked pleased, as if Katharine s question, with the belief in their existence which ... | Night And Day |
He nodded, and took his pipe from his mouth, but, being unable to think of anything to say, he put it back again, although he would have been glad if she had stayed. Against her wish, Mary insisted upon taking her downstairs, and then, as there was no cab to be seen, they stood in the street together, looking about the... | No speaker | the time comes, I hope."<|quote|>He nodded, and took his pipe from his mouth, but, being unable to think of anything to say, he put it back again, although he would have been glad if she had stayed. Against her wish, Mary insisted upon taking her downstairs, and then, as there was no cab to be seen, they stood in the s... | ask me to join when the time comes, I hope."<|quote|>He nodded, and took his pipe from his mouth, but, being unable to think of anything to say, he put it back again, although he would have been glad if she had stayed. Against her wish, Mary insisted upon taking her downstairs, and then, as there was no cab to be seen,... | stock of information, and wondered what their society might be going to attempt. Then she remembered that she was hindering their business, and rose, still thinking of this society, and thus thinking, she said to Mr. Basnett: "Well, you ll ask me to join when the time comes, I hope."<|quote|>He nodded, and took his pip... | commerce and his spare time to social reform, would long carry about him any trace of his possibilities of completeness; but, for the moment, in his youth and ardor, still speculative, still uncramped, one might imagine him the citizen of a nobler state than ours. Katharine turned over her small stock of information, a... | his manner; and a world entrusted to the guardianship of Mary Datchet and Mr. Basnett seemed to her a good world, although not a romantic or beautiful place or, to put it figuratively, a place where any line of blue mist softly linked tree to tree upon the horizon. For a moment she thought she saw in his face, bent now... | Mr. Basnett began, with a little jerk of his head, "there are two things to remember the Press and the public. Other societies, which shall be nameless, have gone under because they ve appealed only to cranks. If you don t want a mutual admiration society, which dies as soon as you ve all discovered each other s faults... | "our" society, "our" policy, stood for something quite definitely segregated from the main body of society in a circle of superior illumination. The appearance of Katharine in this atmosphere was extremely incongruous, and had the effect of making Mary remember all sorts of things that she had been glad to forget. "You... | at present," Mary replied for her. "Oh, I see," said Mr. Basnett. He made allowances for that; he and his friends had faced the question of sex, along with all others, and assigned it an honorable place in their scheme of life. Katharine felt this beneath the roughness of his manner; and a world entrusted to the guardi... | Night And Day |
"Go back," | Katharine Hilbery | street together, looking about them.<|quote|>"Go back,"</|quote|>Katharine urged her, thinking of | seen, they stood in the street together, looking about them.<|quote|>"Go back,"</|quote|>Katharine urged her, thinking of Mr. Basnett with his papers | unable to think of anything to say, he put it back again, although he would have been glad if she had stayed. Against her wish, Mary insisted upon taking her downstairs, and then, as there was no cab to be seen, they stood in the street together, looking about them.<|quote|>"Go back,"</|quote|>Katharine urged her, thin... | to attempt. Then she remembered that she was hindering their business, and rose, still thinking of this society, and thus thinking, she said to Mr. Basnett: "Well, you ll ask me to join when the time comes, I hope." He nodded, and took his pipe from his mouth, but, being unable to think of anything to say, he put it ba... | over the fire, the features of that original man whom we still recall every now and then, although we know only the clerk, barrister, Governmental official, or workingman variety of him. Not that Mr. Basnett, giving his days to commerce and his spare time to social reform, would long carry about him any trace of his po... | nobble the Press. You must appeal to the public." "That s the difficulty," said Mary thoughtfully. "That s where she comes in," said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction. "She s the only one of us who s a capitalist. She can make a whole-time job of it. I m tied to an office; I can only give my spare time.... | a little smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do ... | place in their scheme of life. Katharine felt this beneath the roughness of his manner; and a world entrusted to the guardianship of Mary Datchet and Mr. Basnett seemed to her a good world, although not a romantic or beautiful place or, to put it figuratively, a place where any line of blue mist softly linked tree to t... | Night And Day |
Katharine urged her, thinking of Mr. Basnett with his papers in his hand. | No speaker | looking about them. "Go back,"<|quote|>Katharine urged her, thinking of Mr. Basnett with his papers in his hand.</|quote|>"You can t wander about | stood in the street together, looking about them. "Go back,"<|quote|>Katharine urged her, thinking of Mr. Basnett with his papers in his hand.</|quote|>"You can t wander about the streets alone in those | think of anything to say, he put it back again, although he would have been glad if she had stayed. Against her wish, Mary insisted upon taking her downstairs, and then, as there was no cab to be seen, they stood in the street together, looking about them. "Go back,"<|quote|>Katharine urged her, thinking of Mr. Basnett... | Then she remembered that she was hindering their business, and rose, still thinking of this society, and thus thinking, she said to Mr. Basnett: "Well, you ll ask me to join when the time comes, I hope." He nodded, and took his pipe from his mouth, but, being unable to think of anything to say, he put it back again, al... | fire, the features of that original man whom we still recall every now and then, although we know only the clerk, barrister, Governmental official, or workingman variety of him. Not that Mr. Basnett, giving his days to commerce and his spare time to social reform, would long carry about him any trace of his possibiliti... | Press. You must appeal to the public." "That s the difficulty," said Mary thoughtfully. "That s where she comes in," said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction. "She s the only one of us who s a capitalist. She can make a whole-time job of it. I m tied to an office; I can only give my spare time. Are you, b... | smile, at the blue silk and the pearl-sewn shoes. "No, at home. Are you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something... | the Press. You must appeal to the public." "That s the difficulty," said Mary thoughtfully. "That s where she comes in," said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction. "She s the only one of us who s a capitalist. She can make a whole-time job of it. I m tied to an office; I can only give my spare time. Are yo... | Night And Day |
"You can t wander about the streets alone in those clothes," | Mary Datchet | his papers in his hand.<|quote|>"You can t wander about the streets alone in those clothes,"</|quote|>said Mary, but the desire | thinking of Mr. Basnett with his papers in his hand.<|quote|>"You can t wander about the streets alone in those clothes,"</|quote|>said Mary, but the desire to find a cab was | have been glad if she had stayed. Against her wish, Mary insisted upon taking her downstairs, and then, as there was no cab to be seen, they stood in the street together, looking about them. "Go back," Katharine urged her, thinking of Mr. Basnett with his papers in his hand.<|quote|>"You can t wander about the streets ... | of this society, and thus thinking, she said to Mr. Basnett: "Well, you ll ask me to join when the time comes, I hope." He nodded, and took his pipe from his mouth, but, being unable to think of anything to say, he put it back again, although he would have been glad if she had stayed. Against her wish, Mary insisted up... | and then, although we know only the clerk, barrister, Governmental official, or workingman variety of him. Not that Mr. Basnett, giving his days to commerce and his spare time to social reform, would long carry about him any trace of his possibilities of completeness; but, for the moment, in his youth and ardor, still ... | thoughtfully. "That s where she comes in," said Mr. Basnett, jerking his head in Mary s direction. "She s the only one of us who s a capitalist. She can make a whole-time job of it. I m tied to an office; I can only give my spare time. Are you, by any chance, on the look-out for a job?" he asked Katharine, with a queer... | you starting something new?" Katharine hazarded, rather hesitatingly, looking at the papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said... | for her. "Oh, I see," said Mr. Basnett. He made allowances for that; he and his friends had faced the question of sex, along with all others, and assigned it an honorable place in their scheme of life. Katharine felt this beneath the roughness of his manner; and a world entrusted to the guardianship of Mary Datchet and... | Night And Day |
said Mary, but the desire to find a cab was not her true reason for standing beside Katharine for a minute or two. Unfortunately for her composure, Mr. Basnett and his papers seemed to her an incidental diversion of life s serious purpose compared with some tremendous fact which manifested itself as she stood alone wit... | No speaker | streets alone in those clothes,"<|quote|>said Mary, but the desire to find a cab was not her true reason for standing beside Katharine for a minute or two. Unfortunately for her composure, Mr. Basnett and his papers seemed to her an incidental diversion of life s serious purpose compared with some tremendous fact which... | can t wander about the streets alone in those clothes,"<|quote|>said Mary, but the desire to find a cab was not her true reason for standing beside Katharine for a minute or two. Unfortunately for her composure, Mr. Basnett and his papers seemed to her an incidental diversion of life s serious purpose compared with som... | insisted upon taking her downstairs, and then, as there was no cab to be seen, they stood in the street together, looking about them. "Go back," Katharine urged her, thinking of Mr. Basnett with his papers in his hand. "You can t wander about the streets alone in those clothes,"<|quote|>said Mary, but the desire to fin... | "Well, you ll ask me to join when the time comes, I hope." He nodded, and took his pipe from his mouth, but, being unable to think of anything to say, he put it back again, although he would have been glad if she had stayed. Against her wish, Mary insisted upon taking her downstairs, and then, as there was no cab to be... | or workingman variety of him. Not that Mr. Basnett, giving his days to commerce and his spare time to social reform, would long carry about him any trace of his possibilities of completeness; but, for the moment, in his youth and ardor, still speculative, still uncramped, one might imagine him the citizen of a nobler s... | his head in Mary s direction. "She s the only one of us who s a capitalist. She can make a whole-time job of it. I m tied to an office; I can only give my spare time. Are you, by any chance, on the look-out for a job?" he asked Katharine, with a queer mixture of distrust and deference. "Marriage is her job at present,"... | papers. "We are," Mr. Basnett replied. He said no more. "I m thinking of leaving our friends in Russell Square," Mary explained. "I see. And then you will do something else." "Well, I m afraid I like working," said Mary. "Afraid," said Mr. Basnett, conveying the impression that, in his opinion, no sensible person could... | "What d you mean about us?" Mr. Basnett asked, with a little smile. "That depends upon many things," said Mary. The conspirators looked pleased, as if Katharine s question, with the belief in their existence which it implied, had a warming effect upon them. "In starting a society such as we wish to start (we can t say ... | Night And Day |
"Have you seen Ralph?" | Mary Datchet | have been their common womanhood.<|quote|>"Have you seen Ralph?"</|quote|>she asked suddenly, without preface. | alone with Katharine. It may have been their common womanhood.<|quote|>"Have you seen Ralph?"</|quote|>she asked suddenly, without preface. "Yes," said Katharine directly, but | for standing beside Katharine for a minute or two. Unfortunately for her composure, Mr. Basnett and his papers seemed to her an incidental diversion of life s serious purpose compared with some tremendous fact which manifested itself as she stood alone with Katharine. It may have been their common womanhood.<|quote|>"H... | seen, they stood in the street together, looking about them. "Go back," Katharine urged her, thinking of Mr. Basnett with his papers in his hand. "You can t wander about the streets alone in those clothes," said Mary, but the desire to find a cab was not her true reason for standing beside Katharine for a minute or two... | of information, and wondered what their society might be going to attempt. Then she remembered that she was hindering their business, and rose, still thinking of this society, and thus thinking, she said to Mr. Basnett: "Well, you ll ask me to join when the time comes, I hope." He nodded, and took his pipe from his mou... | at present," Mary replied for her. "Oh, I see," said Mr. Basnett. He made allowances for that; he and his friends had faced the question of sex, along with all others, and assigned it an honorable place in their scheme of life. Katharine felt this beneath the roughness of his manner; and a world entrusted to the guardi... | as if he had stated this opinion aloud. "I should like to start something something off one s own bat that s what I should like." "Yes, that s the fun," said Mr. Basnett, looking at her for the first time rather keenly, and refilling his pipe. "But you can t limit work that s what I mean," said Mary. "I mean there are ... | a place where any line of blue mist softly linked tree to tree upon the horizon. For a moment she thought she saw in his face, bent now over the fire, the features of that original man whom we still recall every now and then, although we know only the clerk, barrister, Governmental official, or workingman variety of hi... | Night And Day |
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