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"How you change your mind!" | Katharine Hilbery | not going to take it."<|quote|>"How you change your mind!"</|quote|>she smiled. "It s not | about your cottage?" "I m not going to take it."<|quote|>"How you change your mind!"</|quote|>she smiled. "It s not that," he said impatiently. "It | replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photograph. "But I can t remember where it is oh, of course it s Oxford. Now, what about your cottage?" "I m not going to take it."<|quote|>"How you change your mind!"</|quote|>she smiled. "It s not that,... | longer than that," she said, as if by an afterthought. "Some one in the office is ill, and William has to take his place. We may put it off for some time in fact." "That s rather hard on him, isn t it?" Ralph asked. "He has his work," she replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that pl... | "According to what people say, marriage is a very queer business. They say it s different from anything else. It may be true. I ve known one or two cases where it seems to be true." He hoped that she would go on with the subject. But she made no reply. He had done his best to master himself, and his voice was sufficien... | and invent a story about me, and now you can t separate me from the person you ve imagined me to be. You call that, I suppose, being in love; as a matter of fact it s being in delusion. All romantic people are the same," she added. "My mother spends her life in making stories about the people she s fond of. But I won t... | of making things unpleasant for her, and the memory of their quarrel came back to her. She had noticed Ralph s coldness, too. She looked at him, and from his fixed stare she thought that he must be working out some theory, some argument. He had thought, perhaps, of some fresh point in his position, as to the bounds of ... | But I shall gain more than I lose." "If such gain s worth having." They were silent for a space. "That may be what we have to face," he said. "There may be nothing else. Nothing but what we imagine." "The reason of our loneliness," she mused, and they were silent for a time. "When are you to be married?" he asked abrup... | Night And Day |
she smiled. | No speaker | "How you change your mind!"<|quote|>she smiled.</|quote|>"It s not that," he | not going to take it." "How you change your mind!"<|quote|>she smiled.</|quote|>"It s not that," he said impatiently. "It s that | things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photograph. "But I can t remember where it is oh, of course it s Oxford. Now, what about your cottage?" "I m not going to take it." "How you change your mind!"<|quote|>she smiled.</|quote|>"It s not that," he said impatiently. "I... | as if by an afterthought. "Some one in the office is ill, and William has to take his place. We may put it off for some time in fact." "That s rather hard on him, isn t it?" Ralph asked. "He has his work," she replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing... | marriage is a very queer business. They say it s different from anything else. It may be true. I ve known one or two cases where it seems to be true." He hoped that she would go on with the subject. But she made no reply. He had done his best to master himself, and his voice was sufficiently indifferent, but her silenc... | me, and now you can t separate me from the person you ve imagined me to be. You call that, I suppose, being in love; as a matter of fact it s being in delusion. All romantic people are the same," she added. "My mother spends her life in making stories about the people she s fond of. But I won t have you do it about me,... | her, and the memory of their quarrel came back to her. She had noticed Ralph s coldness, too. She looked at him, and from his fixed stare she thought that he must be working out some theory, some argument. He had thought, perhaps, of some fresh point in his position, as to the bounds of personal liberty. She waited, si... | nothing else. Nothing but what we imagine." "The reason of our loneliness," she mused, and they were silent for a time. "When are you to be married?" he asked abruptly, with a change of tone. "Not till September, I think. It s been put off." "You won t be lonely then," he said. "According to what people say, marriage i... | Night And Day |
"It s not that," | Ralph Denham | change your mind!" she smiled.<|quote|>"It s not that,"</|quote|>he said impatiently. "It s | to take it." "How you change your mind!" she smiled.<|quote|>"It s not that,"</|quote|>he said impatiently. "It s that I want to be | interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photograph. "But I can t remember where it is oh, of course it s Oxford. Now, what about your cottage?" "I m not going to take it." "How you change your mind!" she smiled.<|quote|>"It s not that,"</|quote|>he said impatiently. "It s that I w... | by an afterthought. "Some one in the office is ill, and William has to take his place. We may put it off for some time in fact." "That s rather hard on him, isn t it?" Ralph asked. "He has his work," she replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a ... | a very queer business. They say it s different from anything else. It may be true. I ve known one or two cases where it seems to be true." He hoped that she would go on with the subject. But she made no reply. He had done his best to master himself, and his voice was sufficiently indifferent, but her silence tormented ... | now you can t separate me from the person you ve imagined me to be. You call that, I suppose, being in love; as a matter of fact it s being in delusion. All romantic people are the same," she added. "My mother spends her life in making stories about the people she s fond of. But I won t have you do it about me, if I ca... | the memory of their quarrel came back to her. She had noticed Ralph s coldness, too. She looked at him, and from his fixed stare she thought that he must be working out some theory, some argument. He had thought, perhaps, of some fresh point in his position, as to the bounds of personal liberty. She waited, silently, t... | "Not till September, I think. It s been put off." "You won t be lonely then," he said. "According to what people say, marriage is a very queer business. They say it s different from anything else. It may be true. I ve known one or two cases where it seems to be true." He hoped that she would go on with the subject. But... | Night And Day |
he said impatiently. | No speaker | smiled. "It s not that,"<|quote|>he said impatiently.</|quote|>"It s that I want | you change your mind!" she smiled. "It s not that,"<|quote|>he said impatiently.</|quote|>"It s that I want to be where I can | I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photograph. "But I can t remember where it is oh, of course it s Oxford. Now, what about your cottage?" "I m not going to take it." "How you change your mind!" she smiled. "It s not that,"<|quote|>he said impatiently.</|quote|>"It s that I want to be where I can se... | one in the office is ill, and William has to take his place. We may put it off for some time in fact." "That s rather hard on him, isn t it?" Ralph asked. "He has his work," she replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photograph. "But I can t r... | They say it s different from anything else. It may be true. I ve known one or two cases where it seems to be true." He hoped that she would go on with the subject. But she made no reply. He had done his best to master himself, and his voice was sufficiently indifferent, but her silence tormented him. She would never sp... | separate me from the person you ve imagined me to be. You call that, I suppose, being in love; as a matter of fact it s being in delusion. All romantic people are the same," she added. "My mother spends her life in making stories about the people she s fond of. But I won t have you do it about me, if I can help it." "Y... | quarrel came back to her. She had noticed Ralph s coldness, too. She looked at him, and from his fixed stare she thought that he must be working out some theory, some argument. He had thought, perhaps, of some fresh point in his position, as to the bounds of personal liberty. She waited, silently, thinking about libert... | shall look out of that window and think of you. I shall waste the whole evening thinking of you. I shall waste my whole life, I believe." He spoke with such vehemence that her relief disappeared; she frowned; and her tone changed to one almost of severity. "This is what I foretold. We shall gain nothing but unhappiness... | Night And Day |
"It s that I want to be where I can see you." | Ralph Denham | not that," he said impatiently.<|quote|>"It s that I want to be where I can see you."</|quote|>"Our compact is going to | mind!" she smiled. "It s not that," he said impatiently.<|quote|>"It s that I want to be where I can see you."</|quote|>"Our compact is going to hold in spite of all | to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photograph. "But I can t remember where it is oh, of course it s Oxford. Now, what about your cottage?" "I m not going to take it." "How you change your mind!" she smiled. "It s not that," he said impatiently.<|quote|>"It s that I want to be where I can see you."</|quote|>"O... | office is ill, and William has to take his place. We may put it off for some time in fact." "That s rather hard on him, isn t it?" Ralph asked. "He has his work," she replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photograph. "But I can t remember whe... | s different from anything else. It may be true. I ve known one or two cases where it seems to be true." He hoped that she would go on with the subject. But she made no reply. He had done his best to master himself, and his voice was sufficiently indifferent, but her silence tormented him. She would never speak to him o... | the person you ve imagined me to be. You call that, I suppose, being in love; as a matter of fact it s being in delusion. All romantic people are the same," she added. "My mother spends her life in making stories about the people she s fond of. But I won t have you do it about me, if I can help it." "You can t help it,... | to her. She had noticed Ralph s coldness, too. She looked at him, and from his fixed stare she thought that he must be working out some theory, some argument. He had thought, perhaps, of some fresh point in his position, as to the bounds of personal liberty. She waited, silently, thinking about liberty. "You ve won aga... | such vehemence that her relief disappeared; she frowned; and her tone changed to one almost of severity. "This is what I foretold. We shall gain nothing but unhappiness. Look at me, Ralph." He looked at her. "I assure you that I m far more ordinary than I appear. Beauty means nothing whatever. In fact, the most beautif... | Night And Day |
"Our compact is going to hold in spite of all I ve said?" | Katharine Hilbery | where I can see you."<|quote|>"Our compact is going to hold in spite of all I ve said?"</|quote|>she asked. "For ever, so | that I want to be where I can see you."<|quote|>"Our compact is going to hold in spite of all I ve said?"</|quote|>she asked. "For ever, so far as I m concerned," | can t remember where it is oh, of course it s Oxford. Now, what about your cottage?" "I m not going to take it." "How you change your mind!" she smiled. "It s not that," he said impatiently. "It s that I want to be where I can see you."<|quote|>"Our compact is going to hold in spite of all I ve said?"</|quote|>she aske... | put it off for some time in fact." "That s rather hard on him, isn t it?" Ralph asked. "He has his work," she replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photograph. "But I can t remember where it is oh, of course it s Oxford. Now, what about your ... | one or two cases where it seems to be true." He hoped that she would go on with the subject. But she made no reply. He had done his best to master himself, and his voice was sufficiently indifferent, but her silence tormented him. She would never speak to him of Rodney of her own accord, and her reserve left a whole co... | suppose, being in love; as a matter of fact it s being in delusion. All romantic people are the same," she added. "My mother spends her life in making stories about the people she s fond of. But I won t have you do it about me, if I can help it." "You can t help it," he said. "I warn you it s the source of all evil." "... | him, and from his fixed stare she thought that he must be working out some theory, some argument. He had thought, perhaps, of some fresh point in his position, as to the bounds of personal liberty. She waited, silently, thinking about liberty. "You ve won again," he said at last, without moving. "I ve won?" she repeate... | won t have you do it about me, if I can help it." "You can t help it," he said. "I warn you it s the source of all evil." "And of all good," he added. "You ll find out that I m not what you think me." "Perhaps. But I shall gain more than I lose." "If such gain s worth having." They were silent for a space. "That may be... | Night And Day |
she asked. | No speaker | of all I ve said?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"For ever, so far as | going to hold in spite of all I ve said?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"For ever, so far as I m concerned," he replied. | what about your cottage?" "I m not going to take it." "How you change your mind!" she smiled. "It s not that," he said impatiently. "It s that I want to be where I can see you." "Our compact is going to hold in spite of all I ve said?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"For ever, so far as I m concerned," he replied. "You re... | him, isn t it?" Ralph asked. "He has his work," she replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photograph. "But I can t remember where it is oh, of course it s Oxford. Now, what about your cottage?" "I m not going to take it." "How you change your... | she would go on with the subject. But she made no reply. He had done his best to master himself, and his voice was sufficiently indifferent, but her silence tormented him. She would never speak to him of Rodney of her own accord, and her reserve left a whole continent of her soul in darkness. "It may be put off even lo... | delusion. All romantic people are the same," she added. "My mother spends her life in making stories about the people she s fond of. But I won t have you do it about me, if I can help it." "You can t help it," he said. "I warn you it s the source of all evil." "And of all good," he added. "You ll find out that I m not ... | out some theory, some argument. He had thought, perhaps, of some fresh point in his position, as to the bounds of personal liberty. She waited, silently, thinking about liberty. "You ve won again," he said at last, without moving. "I ve won?" she repeated, thinking of the argument. "I wish to God I hadn t asked you her... | order the dinner, I pay the bills, I do the accounts, I wind up the clock, and I never look at a book." "You forget" he began, but she would not let him speak. "You come and see me among flowers and pictures, and think me mysterious, romantic, and all the rest of it. Being yourself very inexperienced and very emotional... | Night And Day |
"For ever, so far as I m concerned," | Ralph Denham | I ve said?" she asked.<|quote|>"For ever, so far as I m concerned,"</|quote|>he replied. "You re going | hold in spite of all I ve said?" she asked.<|quote|>"For ever, so far as I m concerned,"</|quote|>he replied. "You re going to go on dreaming and | your cottage?" "I m not going to take it." "How you change your mind!" she smiled. "It s not that," he said impatiently. "It s that I want to be where I can see you." "Our compact is going to hold in spite of all I ve said?" she asked.<|quote|>"For ever, so far as I m concerned,"</|quote|>he replied. "You re going to g... | t it?" Ralph asked. "He has his work," she replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photograph. "But I can t remember where it is oh, of course it s Oxford. Now, what about your cottage?" "I m not going to take it." "How you change your mind!" s... | go on with the subject. But she made no reply. He had done his best to master himself, and his voice was sufficiently indifferent, but her silence tormented him. She would never speak to him of Rodney of her own accord, and her reserve left a whole continent of her soul in darkness. "It may be put off even longer than ... | romantic people are the same," she added. "My mother spends her life in making stories about the people she s fond of. But I won t have you do it about me, if I can help it." "You can t help it," he said. "I warn you it s the source of all evil." "And of all good," he added. "You ll find out that I m not what you think... | theory, some argument. He had thought, perhaps, of some fresh point in his position, as to the bounds of personal liberty. She waited, silently, thinking about liberty. "You ve won again," he said at last, without moving. "I ve won?" she repeated, thinking of the argument. "I wish to God I hadn t asked you here," he bu... | flowers and pictures, and think me mysterious, romantic, and all the rest of it. Being yourself very inexperienced and very emotional, you go home and invent a story about me, and now you can t separate me from the person you ve imagined me to be. You call that, I suppose, being in love; as a matter of fact it s being ... | Night And Day |
he replied. | No speaker | far as I m concerned,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"You re going to go | she asked. "For ever, so far as I m concerned,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"You re going to go on dreaming and imagining and | it." "How you change your mind!" she smiled. "It s not that," he said impatiently. "It s that I want to be where I can see you." "Our compact is going to hold in spite of all I ve said?" she asked. "For ever, so far as I m concerned,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"You re going to go on dreaming and imagining and making... | she replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photograph. "But I can t remember where it is oh, of course it s Oxford. Now, what about your cottage?" "I m not going to take it." "How you change your mind!" she smiled. "It s not that," he said imp... | no reply. He had done his best to master himself, and his voice was sufficiently indifferent, but her silence tormented him. She would never speak to him of Rodney of her own accord, and her reserve left a whole continent of her soul in darkness. "It may be put off even longer than that," she said, as if by an aftertho... | mother spends her life in making stories about the people she s fond of. But I won t have you do it about me, if I can help it." "You can t help it," he said. "I warn you it s the source of all evil." "And of all good," he added. "You ll find out that I m not what you think me." "Perhaps. But I shall gain more than I l... | some fresh point in his position, as to the bounds of personal liberty. She waited, silently, thinking about liberty. "You ve won again," he said at last, without moving. "I ve won?" she repeated, thinking of the argument. "I wish to God I hadn t asked you here," he burst out. "What do you mean?" "When you re here, it ... | the dinner, I pay the bills, I do the accounts, I wind up the clock, and I never look at a book." "You forget" he began, but she would not let him speak. "You come and see me among flowers and pictures, and think me mysterious, romantic, and all the rest of it. Being yourself very inexperienced and very emotional, you ... | Night And Day |
"You re going to go on dreaming and imagining and making up stories about me as you walk along the street, and pretending that we re riding in a forest, or landing on an island" | Katharine Hilbery | I m concerned," he replied.<|quote|>"You re going to go on dreaming and imagining and making up stories about me as you walk along the street, and pretending that we re riding in a forest, or landing on an island"</|quote|>"No. I shall think of | "For ever, so far as I m concerned," he replied.<|quote|>"You re going to go on dreaming and imagining and making up stories about me as you walk along the street, and pretending that we re riding in a forest, or landing on an island"</|quote|>"No. I shall think of you ordering dinner, paying bills, | you change your mind!" she smiled. "It s not that," he said impatiently. "It s that I want to be where I can see you." "Our compact is going to hold in spite of all I ve said?" she asked. "For ever, so far as I m concerned," he replied.<|quote|>"You re going to go on dreaming and imagining and making up stories about m... | "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photograph. "But I can t remember where it is oh, of course it s Oxford. Now, what about your cottage?" "I m not going to take it." "How you change your mind!" she smiled. "It s not that," he said impatiently. "It... | He had done his best to master himself, and his voice was sufficiently indifferent, but her silence tormented him. She would never speak to him of Rodney of her own accord, and her reserve left a whole continent of her soul in darkness. "It may be put off even longer than that," she said, as if by an afterthought. "Som... | her life in making stories about the people she s fond of. But I won t have you do it about me, if I can help it." "You can t help it," he said. "I warn you it s the source of all evil." "And of all good," he added. "You ll find out that I m not what you think me." "Perhaps. But I shall gain more than I lose." "If such... | point in his position, as to the bounds of personal liberty. She waited, silently, thinking about liberty. "You ve won again," he said at last, without moving. "I ve won?" she repeated, thinking of the argument. "I wish to God I hadn t asked you here," he burst out. "What do you mean?" "When you re here, it s different... | very queer business. They say it s different from anything else. It may be true. I ve known one or two cases where it seems to be true." He hoped that she would go on with the subject. But she made no reply. He had done his best to master himself, and his voice was sufficiently indifferent, but her silence tormented hi... | Night And Day |
"No. I shall think of you ordering dinner, paying bills, doing the accounts, showing old ladies the relics" | Ralph Denham | or landing on an island"<|quote|>"No. I shall think of you ordering dinner, paying bills, doing the accounts, showing old ladies the relics"</|quote|>"That s better," she said. | re riding in a forest, or landing on an island"<|quote|>"No. I shall think of you ordering dinner, paying bills, doing the accounts, showing old ladies the relics"</|quote|>"That s better," she said. "You can think of me | I ve said?" she asked. "For ever, so far as I m concerned," he replied. "You re going to go on dreaming and imagining and making up stories about me as you walk along the street, and pretending that we re riding in a forest, or landing on an island"<|quote|>"No. I shall think of you ordering dinner, paying bills, doing... | s Oxford. Now, what about your cottage?" "I m not going to take it." "How you change your mind!" she smiled. "It s not that," he said impatiently. "It s that I want to be where I can see you." "Our compact is going to hold in spite of all I ve said?" she asked. "For ever, so far as I m concerned," he replied. "You re g... | a whole continent of her soul in darkness. "It may be put off even longer than that," she said, as if by an afterthought. "Some one in the office is ill, and William has to take his place. We may put it off for some time in fact." "That s rather hard on him, isn t it?" Ralph asked. "He has his work," she replied. "He h... | warn you it s the source of all evil." "And of all good," he added. "You ll find out that I m not what you think me." "Perhaps. But I shall gain more than I lose." "If such gain s worth having." They were silent for a space. "That may be what we have to face," he said. "There may be nothing else. Nothing but what we im... | argument. "I wish to God I hadn t asked you here," he burst out. "What do you mean?" "When you re here, it s different I m happy. You ve only to walk to the window you ve only to talk about liberty. When I saw you down there among them all" He stopped short. "You thought how ordinary I was." "I tried to think so. But I... | They were silent for a space. "That may be what we have to face," he said. "There may be nothing else. Nothing but what we imagine." "The reason of our loneliness," she mused, and they were silent for a time. "When are you to be married?" he asked abruptly, with a change of tone. "Not till September, I think. It s been... | Night And Day |
"That s better," | Katharine Hilbery | showing old ladies the relics"<|quote|>"That s better,"</|quote|>she said. "You can think | paying bills, doing the accounts, showing old ladies the relics"<|quote|>"That s better,"</|quote|>she said. "You can think of me to-morrow morning looking | to go on dreaming and imagining and making up stories about me as you walk along the street, and pretending that we re riding in a forest, or landing on an island" "No. I shall think of you ordering dinner, paying bills, doing the accounts, showing old ladies the relics"<|quote|>"That s better,"</|quote|>she said. "You... | mind!" she smiled. "It s not that," he said impatiently. "It s that I want to be where I can see you." "Our compact is going to hold in spite of all I ve said?" she asked. "For ever, so far as I m concerned," he replied. "You re going to go on dreaming and imagining and making up stories about me as you walk along the ... | said, as if by an afterthought. "Some one in the office is ill, and William has to take his place. We may put it off for some time in fact." "That s rather hard on him, isn t it?" Ralph asked. "He has his work," she replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, po... | out that I m not what you think me." "Perhaps. But I shall gain more than I lose." "If such gain s worth having." They were silent for a space. "That may be what we have to face," he said. "There may be nothing else. Nothing but what we imagine." "The reason of our loneliness," she mused, and they were silent for a tim... | "When you re here, it s different I m happy. You ve only to walk to the window you ve only to talk about liberty. When I saw you down there among them all" He stopped short. "You thought how ordinary I was." "I tried to think so. But I thought you more wonderful than ever." An immense relief, and a reluctance to enjoy ... | "You come and see me among flowers and pictures, and think me mysterious, romantic, and all the rest of it. Being yourself very inexperienced and very emotional, you go home and invent a story about me, and now you can t separate me from the person you ve imagined me to be. You call that, I suppose, being in love; as a... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | the relics" "That s better,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"You can think of me | the accounts, showing old ladies the relics" "That s better,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"You can think of me to-morrow morning looking up dates | dreaming and imagining and making up stories about me as you walk along the street, and pretending that we re riding in a forest, or landing on an island" "No. I shall think of you ordering dinner, paying bills, doing the accounts, showing old ladies the relics" "That s better,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"You can thin... | "It s not that," he said impatiently. "It s that I want to be where I can see you." "Our compact is going to hold in spite of all I ve said?" she asked. "For ever, so far as I m concerned," he replied. "You re going to go on dreaming and imagining and making up stories about me as you walk along the street, and pretend... | by an afterthought. "Some one in the office is ill, and William has to take his place. We may put it off for some time in fact." "That s rather hard on him, isn t it?" Ralph asked. "He has his work," she replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a ... | m not what you think me." "Perhaps. But I shall gain more than I lose." "If such gain s worth having." They were silent for a space. "That may be what we have to face," he said. "There may be nothing else. Nothing but what we imagine." "The reason of our loneliness," she mused, and they were silent for a time. "When ar... | here, it s different I m happy. You ve only to walk to the window you ve only to talk about liberty. When I saw you down there among them all" He stopped short. "You thought how ordinary I was." "I tried to think so. But I thought you more wonderful than ever." An immense relief, and a reluctance to enjoy that relief, ... | romantic people are the same," she added. "My mother spends her life in making stories about the people she s fond of. But I won t have you do it about me, if I can help it." "You can t help it," he said. "I warn you it s the source of all evil." "And of all good," he added. "You ll find out that I m not what you think... | Night And Day |
"You can think of me to-morrow morning looking up dates in the Dictionary of National Biography." | Katharine Hilbery | "That s better," she said.<|quote|>"You can think of me to-morrow morning looking up dates in the Dictionary of National Biography."</|quote|>"And forgetting your purse," Ralph | showing old ladies the relics" "That s better," she said.<|quote|>"You can think of me to-morrow morning looking up dates in the Dictionary of National Biography."</|quote|>"And forgetting your purse," Ralph added. At this she smiled, | imagining and making up stories about me as you walk along the street, and pretending that we re riding in a forest, or landing on an island" "No. I shall think of you ordering dinner, paying bills, doing the accounts, showing old ladies the relics" "That s better," she said.<|quote|>"You can think of me to-morrow morn... | not that," he said impatiently. "It s that I want to be where I can see you." "Our compact is going to hold in spite of all I ve said?" she asked. "For ever, so far as I m concerned," he replied. "You re going to go on dreaming and imagining and making up stories about me as you walk along the street, and pretending th... | afterthought. "Some one in the office is ill, and William has to take his place. We may put it off for some time in fact." "That s rather hard on him, isn t it?" Ralph asked. "He has his work," she replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photog... | what you think me." "Perhaps. But I shall gain more than I lose." "If such gain s worth having." They were silent for a space. "That may be what we have to face," he said. "There may be nothing else. Nothing but what we imagine." "The reason of our loneliness," she mused, and they were silent for a time. "When are you ... | s different I m happy. You ve only to walk to the window you ve only to talk about liberty. When I saw you down there among them all" He stopped short. "You thought how ordinary I was." "I tried to think so. But I thought you more wonderful than ever." An immense relief, and a reluctance to enjoy that relief, conflicte... | won t have you do it about me, if I can help it." "You can t help it," he said. "I warn you it s the source of all evil." "And of all good," he added. "You ll find out that I m not what you think me." "Perhaps. But I shall gain more than I lose." "If such gain s worth having." They were silent for a space. "That may be... | Night And Day |
"And forgetting your purse," | Ralph Denham | the Dictionary of National Biography."<|quote|>"And forgetting your purse,"</|quote|>Ralph added. At this she | morning looking up dates in the Dictionary of National Biography."<|quote|>"And forgetting your purse,"</|quote|>Ralph added. At this she smiled, but in another moment | we re riding in a forest, or landing on an island" "No. I shall think of you ordering dinner, paying bills, doing the accounts, showing old ladies the relics" "That s better," she said. "You can think of me to-morrow morning looking up dates in the Dictionary of National Biography."<|quote|>"And forgetting your purse,"... | you." "Our compact is going to hold in spite of all I ve said?" she asked. "For ever, so far as I m concerned," he replied. "You re going to go on dreaming and imagining and making up stories about me as you walk along the street, and pretending that we re riding in a forest, or landing on an island" "No. I shall think... | may put it off for some time in fact." "That s rather hard on him, isn t it?" Ralph asked. "He has his work," she replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photograph. "But I can t remember where it is oh, of course it s Oxford. Now, what about y... | s worth having." They were silent for a space. "That may be what we have to face," he said. "There may be nothing else. Nothing but what we imagine." "The reason of our loneliness," she mused, and they were silent for a time. "When are you to be married?" he asked abruptly, with a change of tone. "Not till September, I... | to talk about liberty. When I saw you down there among them all" He stopped short. "You thought how ordinary I was." "I tried to think so. But I thought you more wonderful than ever." An immense relief, and a reluctance to enjoy that relief, conflicted in her heart. She slid down into the chair. "I thought you disliked... | be true." He hoped that she would go on with the subject. But she made no reply. He had done his best to master himself, and his voice was sufficiently indifferent, but her silence tormented him. She would never speak to him of Rodney of her own accord, and her reserve left a whole continent of her soul in darkness. "I... | Night And Day |
Ralph added. At this she smiled, but in another moment her smile faded, either because of his words or of the way in which he spoke them. She was capable of forgetting things. He saw that. But what more did he see? Was he not looking at something she had never shown to anybody? Was it not something so profound that the... | No speaker | Biography." "And forgetting your purse,"<|quote|>Ralph added. At this she smiled, but in another moment her smile faded, either because of his words or of the way in which he spoke them. She was capable of forgetting things. He saw that. But what more did he see? Was he not looking at something she had never shown to a... | in the Dictionary of National Biography." "And forgetting your purse,"<|quote|>Ralph added. At this she smiled, but in another moment her smile faded, either because of his words or of the way in which he spoke them. She was capable of forgetting things. He saw that. But what more did he see? Was he not looking at some... | a forest, or landing on an island" "No. I shall think of you ordering dinner, paying bills, doing the accounts, showing old ladies the relics" "That s better," she said. "You can think of me to-morrow morning looking up dates in the Dictionary of National Biography." "And forgetting your purse,"<|quote|>Ralph added. At... | going to hold in spite of all I ve said?" she asked. "For ever, so far as I m concerned," he replied. "You re going to go on dreaming and imagining and making up stories about me as you walk along the street, and pretending that we re riding in a forest, or landing on an island" "No. I shall think of you ordering dinne... | for some time in fact." "That s rather hard on him, isn t it?" Ralph asked. "He has his work," she replied. "He has lots of things that interest him.... I know I ve been to that place," she broke off, pointing to a photograph. "But I can t remember where it is oh, of course it s Oxford. Now, what about your cottage?" "... | were silent for a space. "That may be what we have to face," he said. "There may be nothing else. Nothing but what we imagine." "The reason of our loneliness," she mused, and they were silent for a time. "When are you to be married?" he asked abruptly, with a change of tone. "Not till September, I think. It s been put ... | When I saw you down there among them all" He stopped short. "You thought how ordinary I was." "I tried to think so. But I thought you more wonderful than ever." An immense relief, and a reluctance to enjoy that relief, conflicted in her heart. She slid down into the chair. "I thought you disliked me," she said. "God kn... | accord, and her reserve left a whole continent of her soul in darkness. "It may be put off even longer than that," she said, as if by an afterthought. "Some one in the office is ill, and William has to take his place. We may put it off for some time in fact." "That s rather hard on him, isn t it?" Ralph asked. "He has ... | Night And Day |
"I love her." | Ralph Denham | among them were the words,<|quote|>"I love her."</|quote|>It was the first time | aloud, and it happened that among them were the words,<|quote|>"I love her."</|quote|>It was the first time that he had used the | forgot the inevitable limitations; he forgot her absence, he thought it of no account whether she married him or another; nothing mattered, save that she should exist, and that he should love her. Some words of these reflections were uttered aloud, and it happened that among them were the words,<|quote|>"I love her."</... | they were clearly known to him; but they merged themselves in the flawless union that was born of their association. They surveyed life to its uttermost limits. How deep it was when looked at from this height! How sublime! How the commonest things moved him almost to tears! Thus, he forgot the inevitable limitations; h... | indifferent matters. He could see her faults, and analyze her virtues. His pulse became quieter, and his brain increased in clarity. This time she could not escape him. The illusion of her presence became more and more complete. They seemed to pass in and out of each other s minds, questioning and answering. The utmost... | reason that they were, as she assured him, not those that he imagined. She was a practical woman, a domestic wife for an inferior poet, endowed with romantic beauty by some freak of unintelligent Nature. No doubt her beauty itself would not stand examination. He had the means of settling this point at least. He possess... | of his being plunged in disorder; fell upon rocks; flung itself to destruction. The distress had an effect of physical ruin and disaster. He trembled; he was white; he felt exhausted, as if by a great physical effort. He sank at last into a chair standing opposite her empty one, and marked, mechanically, with his eye u... | offered, perhaps, some respite, and possessed of a brain that had its station considerably above the tumult of the senses, he tried to reduce the vague and wandering incoherency of his emotions to order. The sense of self-preservation was strong in him, and Katharine herself had strangely revived it by convincing him t... | Night And Day |
It was the first time that he had used the word "love" to describe his feeling; madness, romance, hallucination he had called it by these names before; but having, apparently by accident, stumbled upon the word "love," he repeated it again and again with a sense of revelation. | No speaker | the words, "I love her."<|quote|>It was the first time that he had used the word "love" to describe his feeling; madness, romance, hallucination he had called it by these names before; but having, apparently by accident, stumbled upon the word "love," he repeated it again and again with a sense of revelation.</|quote|>... | happened that among them were the words, "I love her."<|quote|>It was the first time that he had used the word "love" to describe his feeling; madness, romance, hallucination he had called it by these names before; but having, apparently by accident, stumbled upon the word "love," he repeated it again and again with a ... | limitations; he forgot her absence, he thought it of no account whether she married him or another; nothing mattered, save that she should exist, and that he should love her. Some words of these reflections were uttered aloud, and it happened that among them were the words, "I love her."<|quote|>It was the first time t... | known to him; but they merged themselves in the flawless union that was born of their association. They surveyed life to its uttermost limits. How deep it was when looked at from this height! How sublime! How the commonest things moved him almost to tears! Thus, he forgot the inevitable limitations; he forgot her absen... | could see her faults, and analyze her virtues. His pulse became quieter, and his brain increased in clarity. This time she could not escape him. The illusion of her presence became more and more complete. They seemed to pass in and out of each other s minds, questioning and answering. The utmost fullness of communion s... | were, as she assured him, not those that he imagined. She was a practical woman, a domestic wife for an inferior poet, endowed with romantic beauty by some freak of unintelligent Nature. No doubt her beauty itself would not stand examination. He had the means of settling this point at least. He possessed a book of phot... | plunged in disorder; fell upon rocks; flung itself to destruction. The distress had an effect of physical ruin and disaster. He trembled; he was white; he felt exhausted, as if by a great physical effort. He sank at last into a chair standing opposite her empty one, and marked, mechanically, with his eye upon the clock... | was possible. In a second he could see her, with the sun slanting across her dress, coming towards him down the green walk at Kew. He made her sit upon the seat beside him. He heard her voice, so low and yet so decided in its tone; she spoke reasonably of indifferent matters. He could see her faults, and analyze her vi... | Night And Day |
"But I m in love with you!" | Ralph Denham | with a sense of revelation.<|quote|>"But I m in love with you!"</|quote|>he exclaimed, with something like | repeated it again and again with a sense of revelation.<|quote|>"But I m in love with you!"</|quote|>he exclaimed, with something like dismay. He leant against the | love her." It was the first time that he had used the word "love" to describe his feeling; madness, romance, hallucination he had called it by these names before; but having, apparently by accident, stumbled upon the word "love," he repeated it again and again with a sense of revelation.<|quote|>"But I m in love with y... | the inevitable limitations; he forgot her absence, he thought it of no account whether she married him or another; nothing mattered, save that she should exist, and that he should love her. Some words of these reflections were uttered aloud, and it happened that among them were the words, "I love her." It was the first... | and answering. The utmost fullness of communion seemed to be theirs. Thus united, he felt himself raised to an eminence, exalted, and filled with a power of achievement such as he had never known in singleness. Once more he told over conscientiously her faults, both of face and character; they were clearly known to him... | point at least. He possessed a book of photographs from the Greek statues; the head of a goddess, if the lower part were concealed, had often given him the ecstasy of being in Katharine s presence. He took it down from the shelf and found the picture. To this he added a note from her, bidding him meet her at the Zoo. H... | marked, mechanically, with his eye upon the clock, how she went farther and farther from him, was home now, and now, doubtless, again with Rodney. But it was long before he could realize these facts; the immense desire for her presence churned his senses into foam, into froth, into a haze of emotion that removed all fa... | she assured him, not those that he imagined. She was a practical woman, a domestic wife for an inferior poet, endowed with romantic beauty by some freak of unintelligent Nature. No doubt her beauty itself would not stand examination. He had the means of settling this point at least. He possessed a book of photographs f... | Night And Day |
he exclaimed, with something like dismay. He leant against the window-sill, looking over the city as she had looked. Everything had become miraculously different and completely distinct. His feelings were justified and needed no further explanation. But he must impart them to some one, because his discovery was so impo... | No speaker | m in love with you!"<|quote|>he exclaimed, with something like dismay. He leant against the window-sill, looking over the city as she had looked. Everything had become miraculously different and completely distinct. His feelings were justified and needed no further explanation. But he must impart them to some one, beca... | sense of revelation. "But I m in love with you!"<|quote|>he exclaimed, with something like dismay. He leant against the window-sill, looking over the city as she had looked. Everything had become miraculously different and completely distinct. His feelings were justified and needed no further explanation. But he must i... | that he had used the word "love" to describe his feeling; madness, romance, hallucination he had called it by these names before; but having, apparently by accident, stumbled upon the word "love," he repeated it again and again with a sense of revelation. "But I m in love with you!"<|quote|>he exclaimed, with something... | he thought it of no account whether she married him or another; nothing mattered, save that she should exist, and that he should love her. Some words of these reflections were uttered aloud, and it happened that among them were the words, "I love her." It was the first time that he had used the word "love" to describe ... | seemed to be theirs. Thus united, he felt himself raised to an eminence, exalted, and filled with a power of achievement such as he had never known in singleness. Once more he told over conscientiously her faults, both of face and character; they were clearly known to him; but they merged themselves in the flawless uni... | of photographs from the Greek statues; the head of a goddess, if the lower part were concealed, had often given him the ecstasy of being in Katharine s presence. He took it down from the shelf and found the picture. To this he added a note from her, bidding him meet her at the Zoo. He had a flower which he had picked a... | clock, how she went farther and farther from him, was home now, and now, doubtless, again with Rodney. But it was long before he could realize these facts; the immense desire for her presence churned his senses into foam, into froth, into a haze of emotion that removed all facts from his grasp, and gave him a strange s... | made her sit upon the seat beside him. He heard her voice, so low and yet so decided in its tone; she spoke reasonably of indifferent matters. He could see her faults, and analyze her virtues. His pulse became quieter, and his brain increased in clarity. This time she could not escape him. The illusion of her presence ... | Night And Day |
"Do you know each other?" | Mary Datchet | followed her into her room.<|quote|>"Do you know each other?"</|quote|>she said, to his extreme | face looked completely white. He followed her into her room.<|quote|>"Do you know each other?"</|quote|>she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted | announcing the presence of something wonderful that was separate from himself, and gave him power and authority over all other people. Mary came to the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room.<|quote|>"Do you know each other?"... | that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mind that she might not be at home. As he rang her bell, he seemed to himself to be announcing the presence of something wonderful that was separate from himself, and gave him p... | explanation. But he must impart them to some one, because his discovery was so important that it concerned other people too. Shutting the book of Greek photographs, and hiding his relics, he ran downstairs, snatched his coat, and passed out of doors. The lamps were being lit, but the streets were dark enough and empty ... | her faults, both of face and character; they were clearly known to him; but they merged themselves in the flawless union that was born of their association. They surveyed life to its uttermost limits. How deep it was when looked at from this height! How sublime! How the commonest things moved him almost to tears! Thus,... | tumult of the senses, he tried to reduce the vague and wandering incoherency of his emotions to order. The sense of self-preservation was strong in him, and Katharine herself had strangely revived it by convincing him that his family deserved and needed all his strength. She was right, and for their sake, if not for hi... | was possible. In a second he could see her, with the sun slanting across her dress, coming towards him down the green walk at Kew. He made her sit upon the seat beside him. He heard her voice, so low and yet so decided in its tone; she spoke reasonably of indifferent matters. He could see her faults, and analyze her vi... | Night And Day |
she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. | No speaker | "Do you know each other?"<|quote|>she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight.</|quote|>"We were just going through | followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?"<|quote|>she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight.</|quote|>"We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. | wonderful that was separate from himself, and gave him power and authority over all other people. Mary came to the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?"<|quote|>she said, to his extreme surprise, f... | it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mind that she might not be at home. As he rang her bell, he seemed to himself to be announcing the presence of something wonderful that was separate from himself, and gave him power and authority over a... | them to some one, because his discovery was so important that it concerned other people too. Shutting the book of Greek photographs, and hiding his relics, he ran downstairs, snatched his coat, and passed out of doors. The lamps were being lit, but the streets were dark enough and empty enough to let him walk his faste... | and character; they were clearly known to him; but they merged themselves in the flawless union that was born of their association. They surveyed life to its uttermost limits. How deep it was when looked at from this height! How sublime! How the commonest things moved him almost to tears! Thus, he forgot the inevitable... | tried to reduce the vague and wandering incoherency of his emotions to order. The sense of self-preservation was strong in him, and Katharine herself had strangely revived it by convincing him that his family deserved and needed all his strength. She was right, and for their sake, if not for his own, this passion, whic... | increased in clarity. This time she could not escape him. The illusion of her presence became more and more complete. They seemed to pass in and out of each other s minds, questioning and answering. The utmost fullness of communion seemed to be theirs. Thus united, he felt himself raised to an eminence, exalted, and fi... | Night And Day |
"We were just going through some papers," | Mary Datchet | he knew Ralph by sight.<|quote|>"We were just going through some papers,"</|quote|>said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has | man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight.<|quote|>"We were just going through some papers,"</|quote|>said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I | He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight.<|quote|>"We were just going through some papers,"</|quot... | mind that she might not be at home. As he rang her bell, he seemed to himself to be announcing the presence of something wonderful that was separate from himself, and gave him power and authority over all other people. Mary came to the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looke... | he ran downstairs, snatched his coat, and passed out of doors. The lamps were being lit, but the streets were dark enough and empty enough to let him walk his fastest, and to talk aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one w... | its uttermost limits. How deep it was when looked at from this height! How sublime! How the commonest things moved him almost to tears! Thus, he forgot the inevitable limitations; he forgot her absence, he thought it of no account whether she married him or another; nothing mattered, save that she should exist, and tha... | revived it by convincing him that his family deserved and needed all his strength. She was right, and for their sake, if not for his own, this passion, which could bear no fruit, must be cut off, uprooted, shown to be as visionary and baseless as she had maintained. The best way of achieving this was not to run away fr... | was so important that it concerned other people too. Shutting the book of Greek photographs, and hiding his relics, he ran downstairs, snatched his coat, and passed out of doors. The lamps were being lit, but the streets were dark enough and empty enough to let him walk his fastest, and to talk aloud as he walked. He h... | Night And Day |
said Mary. | No speaker | just going through some papers,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"Mr. Basnett has to help | Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t | dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"Mr. Basnett has to he... | home. As he rang her bell, he seemed to himself to be announcing the presence of something wonderful that was separate from himself, and gave him power and authority over all other people. Mary came to the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followe... | passed out of doors. The lamps were being lit, but the streets were dark enough and empty enough to let him walk his fastest, and to talk aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he... | when looked at from this height! How sublime! How the commonest things moved him almost to tears! Thus, he forgot the inevitable limitations; he forgot her absence, he thought it of no account whether she married him or another; nothing mattered, save that she should exist, and that he should love her. Some words of th... | family deserved and needed all his strength. She was right, and for their sake, if not for his own, this passion, which could bear no fruit, must be cut off, uprooted, shown to be as visionary and baseless as she had maintained. The best way of achieving this was not to run away from her, but to face her, and having st... | repeated it again and again with a sense of revelation. "But I m in love with you!" he exclaimed, with something like dismay. He leant against the window-sill, looking over the city as she had looked. Everything had become miraculously different and completely distinct. His feelings were justified and needed no further... | Night And Day |
"Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," | Mary Datchet | through some papers," said Mary.<|quote|>"Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society,"</|quote|>she explained. "I m the | sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary.<|quote|>"Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society,"</|quote|>she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer | face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary.<|quote|>"Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I d... | he rang her bell, he seemed to himself to be announcing the presence of something wonderful that was separate from himself, and gave him power and authority over all other people. Mary came to the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her int... | of doors. The lamps were being lit, but the streets were dark enough and empty enough to let him walk his fastest, and to talk aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not qu... | at from this height! How sublime! How the commonest things moved him almost to tears! Thus, he forgot the inevitable limitations; he forgot her absence, he thought it of no account whether she married him or another; nothing mattered, save that she should exist, and that he should love her. Some words of these reflecti... | and needed all his strength. She was right, and for their sake, if not for his own, this passion, which could bear no fruit, must be cut off, uprooted, shown to be as visionary and baseless as she had maintained. The best way of achieving this was not to run away from her, but to face her, and having steeped himself in... | escape him. The illusion of her presence became more and more complete. They seemed to pass in and out of each other s minds, questioning and answering. The utmost fullness of communion seemed to be theirs. Thus united, he felt himself raised to an eminence, exalted, and filled with a power of achievement such as he ha... | Night And Day |
she explained. | No speaker | It s the new society,"<|quote|>she explained.</|quote|>"I m the secretary. I | much about my work yet. It s the new society,"<|quote|>she explained.</|quote|>"I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell | for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society,"<|quote|>she explained.</|quote|>"I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russ... | and gave him power and authority over all other people. Mary came to the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young ma... | fastest, and to talk aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it... | he forgot her absence, he thought it of no account whether she married him or another; nothing mattered, save that she should exist, and that he should love her. Some words of these reflections were uttered aloud, and it happened that among them were the words, "I love her." It was the first time that he had used the w... | bear no fruit, must be cut off, uprooted, shown to be as visionary and baseless as she had maintained. The best way of achieving this was not to run away from her, but to face her, and having steeped himself in her qualities, to convince his reason that they were, as she assured him, not those that he imagined. She was... | of revelation. "But I m in love with you!" he exclaimed, with something like dismay. He leant against the window-sill, looking over the city as she had looked. Everything had become miraculously different and completely distinct. His feelings were justified and needed no further explanation. But he must impart them to ... | Night And Day |
"I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." | Mary Datchet | the new society," she explained.<|quote|>"I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square."</|quote|>The voice in which she | my work yet. It s the new society," she explained.<|quote|>"I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square."</|quote|>The voice in which she gave this information was so | had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained.<|quote|>"I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square."</|q... | him power and authority over all other people. Mary came to the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, a... | to talk aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crosse... | her absence, he thought it of no account whether she married him or another; nothing mattered, save that she should exist, and that he should love her. Some words of these reflections were uttered aloud, and it happened that among them were the words, "I love her." It was the first time that he had used the word "love"... | fruit, must be cut off, uprooted, shown to be as visionary and baseless as she had maintained. The best way of achieving this was not to run away from her, but to face her, and having steeped himself in her qualities, to convince his reason that they were, as she assured him, not those that he imagined. She was a pract... | sun slanting across her dress, coming towards him down the green walk at Kew. He made her sit upon the seat beside him. He heard her voice, so low and yet so decided in its tone; she spoke reasonably of indifferent matters. He could see her faults, and analyze her virtues. His pulse became quieter, and his brain increa... | Night And Day |
The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. | No speaker | no longer at Russell Square."<|quote|>The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh.</|quote|>"What are your aims?" said | m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square."<|quote|>The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh.</|quote|>"What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at | said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square."<|quote|>The voice in which she gave this information was so constra... | the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going thr... | he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mind that she might not be at home. As he ra... | him or another; nothing mattered, save that she should exist, and that he should love her. Some words of these reflections were uttered aloud, and it happened that among them were the words, "I love her." It was the first time that he had used the word "love" to describe his feeling; madness, romance, hallucination he ... | and baseless as she had maintained. The best way of achieving this was not to run away from her, but to face her, and having steeped himself in her qualities, to convince his reason that they were, as she assured him, not those that he imagined. She was a practical woman, a domestic wife for an inferior poet, endowed w... | his coat, and passed out of doors. The lamps were being lit, but the streets were dark enough and empty enough to let him walk his fastest, and to talk aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imp... | Night And Day |
"What are your aims?" | Ralph Denham | as to sound almost harsh.<|quote|>"What are your aims?"</|quote|>said Ralph. He looked neither | this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh.<|quote|>"What are your aims?"</|quote|>said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. | "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh.<|quote|>"What are your aims?"</|quote|>said Ralph. He looked nei... | face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t kno... | felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mind that she might not be at home. As he rang her bell, he seemed to himself to be announcing the presence of something ... | Some words of these reflections were uttered aloud, and it happened that among them were the words, "I love her." It was the first time that he had used the word "love" to describe his feeling; madness, romance, hallucination he had called it by these names before; but having, apparently by accident, stumbled upon the ... | away from her, but to face her, and having steeped himself in her qualities, to convince his reason that they were, as she assured him, not those that he imagined. She was a practical woman, a domestic wife for an inferior poet, endowed with romantic beauty by some freak of unintelligent Nature. No doubt her beauty its... | he exclaimed, with something like dismay. He leant against the window-sill, looking over the city as she had looked. Everything had become miraculously different and completely distinct. His feelings were justified and needed no further explanation. But he must impart them to some one, because his discovery was so impo... | Night And Day |
said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand, as if by right, an account of their proposals, and to criticize them before he had hear... | No speaker | harsh. "What are your aims?"<|quote|>said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand, as if by right, an account of their proposals, and... | constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?"<|quote|>said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand, as if by right, an ... | help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?"<|quote|>said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basne... | He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s... | who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mind that she might not be at home. As he rang her bell, he seemed to himself to be announcing the presence of something wonderful that was s... | reflections were uttered aloud, and it happened that among them were the words, "I love her." It was the first time that he had used the word "love" to describe his feeling; madness, romance, hallucination he had called it by these names before; but having, apparently by accident, stumbled upon the word "love," he repe... | to face her, and having steeped himself in her qualities, to convince his reason that they were, as she assured him, not those that he imagined. She was a practical woman, a domestic wife for an inferior poet, endowed with romantic beauty by some freak of unintelligent Nature. No doubt her beauty itself would not stand... | having, apparently by accident, stumbled upon the word "love," he repeated it again and again with a sense of revelation. "But I m in love with you!" he exclaimed, with something like dismay. He leant against the window-sill, looking over the city as she had looked. Everything had become miraculously different and comp... | Night And Day |
"I see," | Ralph Denham | to think well of them.<|quote|>"I see,"</|quote|>said Ralph, when he had | that he wished Mr. Denham to think well of them.<|quote|>"I see,"</|quote|>said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary," | s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand, as if by right, an account of their proposals, and to criticize them before he had heard them. Nevertheless, he explained his projects as clearly as he could, and knew that he wished Mr. Denham to think well of them.<|quote|>"I see,"</|quote|>said... | Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced ... | to the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going ... | against the window-sill, looking over the city as she had looked. Everything had become miraculously different and completely distinct. His feelings were justified and needed no further explanation. But he must impart them to some one, because his discovery was so important that it concerned other people too. Shutting ... | of a goddess, if the lower part were concealed, had often given him the ecstasy of being in Katharine s presence. He took it down from the shelf and found the picture. To this he added a note from her, bidding him meet her at the Zoo. He had a flower which he had picked at Kew to teach her botany. Such were his relics.... | let him walk his fastest, and to talk aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps ... | Night And Day |
said Ralph, when he had done. | No speaker | well of them. "I see,"<|quote|>said Ralph, when he had done.</|quote|>"D you know, Mary," he | wished Mr. Denham to think well of them. "I see,"<|quote|>said Ralph, when he had done.</|quote|>"D you know, Mary," he suddenly remarked, "I believe I | sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand, as if by right, an account of their proposals, and to criticize them before he had heard them. Nevertheless, he explained his projects as clearly as he could, and knew that he wished Mr. Denham to think well of them. "I see,"<|quote|>said Ralph, when he h... | voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, w... | door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through... | window-sill, looking over the city as she had looked. Everything had become miraculously different and completely distinct. His feelings were justified and needed no further explanation. But he must impart them to some one, because his discovery was so important that it concerned other people too. Shutting the book of ... | goddess, if the lower part were concealed, had often given him the ecstasy of being in Katharine s presence. He took it down from the shelf and found the picture. To this he added a note from her, bidding him meet her at the Zoo. He had a flower which he had picked at Kew to teach her botany. Such were his relics. He p... | completely distinct. His feelings were justified and needed no further explanation. But he must impart them to some one, because his discovery was so important that it concerned other people too. Shutting the book of Greek photographs, and hiding his relics, he ran downstairs, snatched his coat, and passed out of doors... | Night And Day |
"D you know, Mary," | Ralph Denham | Ralph, when he had done.<|quote|>"D you know, Mary,"</|quote|>he suddenly remarked, "I believe | of them. "I see," said Ralph, when he had done.<|quote|>"D you know, Mary,"</|quote|>he suddenly remarked, "I believe I m in for a | to demand, as if by right, an account of their proposals, and to criticize them before he had heard them. Nevertheless, he explained his projects as clearly as he could, and knew that he wished Mr. Denham to think well of them. "I see," said Ralph, when he had done.<|quote|>"D you know, Mary,"</|quote|>he suddenly rema... | information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand, as if by... | He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr... | she had looked. Everything had become miraculously different and completely distinct. His feelings were justified and needed no further explanation. But he must impart them to some one, because his discovery was so important that it concerned other people too. Shutting the book of Greek photographs, and hiding his reli... | concealed, had often given him the ecstasy of being in Katharine s presence. He took it down from the shelf and found the picture. To this he added a note from her, bidding him meet her at the Zoo. He had a flower which he had picked at Kew to teach her botany. Such were his relics. He placed them before him, and set h... | to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mind that she might not be at home. As he rang her bell, he seemed to himself to be announcing the prese... | Night And Day |
he suddenly remarked, | No speaker | done. "D you know, Mary,"<|quote|>he suddenly remarked,</|quote|>"I believe I m in | said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary,"<|quote|>he suddenly remarked,</|quote|>"I believe I m in for a cold. Have you | by right, an account of their proposals, and to criticize them before he had heard them. Nevertheless, he explained his projects as clearly as he could, and knew that he wished Mr. Denham to think well of them. "I see," said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary,"<|quote|>he suddenly remarked,</|quote|>"I believe ... | as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand, as if by right, an account of their pro... | and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me,... | had become miraculously different and completely distinct. His feelings were justified and needed no further explanation. But he must impart them to some one, because his discovery was so important that it concerned other people too. Shutting the book of Greek photographs, and hiding his relics, he ran downstairs, snat... | him the ecstasy of being in Katharine s presence. He took it down from the shelf and found the picture. To this he added a note from her, bidding him meet her at the Zoo. He had a flower which he had picked at Kew to teach her botany. Such were his relics. He placed them before him, and set himself to visualize her so ... | I m in love with you!" he exclaimed, with something like dismay. He leant against the window-sill, looking over the city as she had looked. Everything had become miraculously different and completely distinct. His feelings were justified and needed no further explanation. But he must impart them to some one, because hi... | Night And Day |
"I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?" | Ralph Denham | know, Mary," he suddenly remarked,<|quote|>"I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?"</|quote|>The look which he cast | he had done. "D you know, Mary," he suddenly remarked,<|quote|>"I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?"</|quote|>The look which he cast at her frightened her; it | account of their proposals, and to criticize them before he had heard them. Nevertheless, he explained his projects as clearly as he could, and knew that he wished Mr. Denham to think well of them. "I see," said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary," he suddenly remarked,<|quote|>"I believe I m in for a cold. Hav... | almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand, as if by right, an account of their proposals, and ... | dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I ... | different and completely distinct. His feelings were justified and needed no further explanation. But he must impart them to some one, because his discovery was so important that it concerned other people too. Shutting the book of Greek photographs, and hiding his relics, he ran downstairs, snatched his coat, and passe... | of being in Katharine s presence. He took it down from the shelf and found the picture. To this he added a note from her, bidding him meet her at the Zoo. He had a flower which he had picked at Kew to teach her botany. Such were his relics. He placed them before him, and set himself to visualize her so clearly that no ... | almost to tears! Thus, he forgot the inevitable limitations; he forgot her absence, he thought it of no account whether she married him or another; nothing mattered, save that she should exist, and that he should love her. Some words of these reflections were uttered aloud, and it happened that among them were the word... | Night And Day |
The look which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to ... | No speaker | cold. Have you any quinine?"<|quote|>The look which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extraordinary fear.... | I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?"<|quote|>The look which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extrao... | them. Nevertheless, he explained his projects as clearly as he could, and knew that he wished Mr. Denham to think well of them. "I see," said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary," he suddenly remarked, "I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?"<|quote|>The look which he cast at her frightened her; it e... | Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand, as if by right, an account of their proposals, and to criticize them before he had heard them. Nevertheless, he explaine... | "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explaine... | explanation. But he must impart them to some one, because his discovery was so important that it concerned other people too. Shutting the book of Greek photographs, and hiding his relics, he ran downstairs, snatched his coat, and passed out of doors. The lamps were being lit, but the streets were dark enough and empty ... | shelf and found the picture. To this he added a note from her, bidding him meet her at the Zoo. He had a flower which he had picked at Kew to teach her botany. Such were his relics. He placed them before him, and set himself to visualize her so clearly that no deception or delusion was possible. In a second he could se... | and character; they were clearly known to him; but they merged themselves in the flawless union that was born of their association. They surveyed life to its uttermost limits. How deep it was when looked at from this height! How sublime! How the commonest things moved him almost to tears! Thus, he forgot the inevitable... | Night And Day |
"Of course, I agree with you," | Ralph Denham | voices in the next room.<|quote|>"Of course, I agree with you,"</|quote|>she heard Ralph say, in | for a moment to the voices in the next room.<|quote|>"Of course, I agree with you,"</|quote|>she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. | perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to the voices in the next room.<|quote|>"Of course, I agree with you,"... | knew that he wished Mr. Denham to think well of them. "I see," said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary," he suddenly remarked, "I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?" The look which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and ... | explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than thi... | and to talk aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never cr... | could see her, with the sun slanting across her dress, coming towards him down the green walk at Kew. He made her sit upon the seat beside him. He heard her voice, so low and yet so decided in its tone; she spoke reasonably of indifferent matters. He could see her faults, and analyze her virtues. His pulse became quiet... | explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than thi... | Night And Day |
she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. | No speaker | course, I agree with you,"<|quote|>she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett.</|quote|>"But there s more that | in the next room. "Of course, I agree with you,"<|quote|>she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett.</|quote|>"But there s more that might be done. Have you | deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to the voices in the next room. "Of course, I agree with you,"<|quote|>she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to M... | to think well of them. "I see," said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary," he suddenly remarked, "I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?" The look which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room a... | m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcasti... | walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mind that she ... | slanting across her dress, coming towards him down the green walk at Kew. He made her sit upon the seat beside him. He heard her voice, so low and yet so decided in its tone; she spoke reasonably of indifferent matters. He could see her faults, and analyze her virtues. His pulse became quieter, and his brain increased ... | as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mind tha... | Night And Day |
"But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." | Ralph Denham | strange voice, to Mr. Basnett.<|quote|>"But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him."</|quote|>Mary returned with the quinine. | heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett.<|quote|>"But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him."</|quote|>Mary returned with the quinine. "Judson s address?" Mr. Basnett | heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to the voices in the next room. "Of course, I agree with you," she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett.<|quote|>"But there s more that might be done. Have you ... | had done. "D you know, Mary," he suddenly remarked, "I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?" The look which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralp... | gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand... | going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mind that she might not be at home. As he rang her bell, he seeme... | at Kew. He made her sit upon the seat beside him. He heard her voice, so low and yet so decided in its tone; she spoke reasonably of indifferent matters. He could see her faults, and analyze her virtues. His pulse became quieter, and his brain increased in clarity. This time she could not escape him. The illusion of he... | relics, he ran downstairs, snatched his coat, and passed out of doors. The lamps were being lit, but the streets were dark enough and empty enough to let him walk his fastest, and to talk aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with so... | Night And Day |
Mary returned with the quinine. | No speaker | a point of getting him."<|quote|>Mary returned with the quinine.</|quote|>"Judson s address?" Mr. Basnett | for instance? You should make a point of getting him."<|quote|>Mary returned with the quinine.</|quote|>"Judson s address?" Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his notebook | listening for a moment to the voices in the next room. "Of course, I agree with you," she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him."<|quote|>Mary returned with the quinine.</|quote|>"Judson s ... | look which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to the ... | nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand, as if by right, an account of their proposals, and to criticize them before he had heard them. Nevertheless, he explained his... | he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mind that she might not be at home. As he rang her bell, he seemed to himself to be announcing the presence of something wonderful that was separate from himself, and gave him power ... | its tone; she spoke reasonably of indifferent matters. He could see her faults, and analyze her virtues. His pulse became quieter, and his brain increased in clarity. This time she could not escape him. The illusion of her presence became more and more complete. They seemed to pass in and out of each other s minds, que... | longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-loo... | Night And Day |
"Judson s address?" | Mr. Basnett | Mary returned with the quinine.<|quote|>"Judson s address?"</|quote|>Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out | a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinine.<|quote|>"Judson s address?"</|quote|>Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his notebook and preparing to | the voices in the next room. "Of course, I agree with you," she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinine.<|quote|>"Judson s address?"</|quote|>Mr. Basnett inqu... | her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to the voices in the next roo... | Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand, as if by right, an account of their proposals, and to criticize them before he had heard them. Nevertheless, he explained his projects as clearly as ... | He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mind that she might not be at home. As he rang her bell, he seemed to himself to be announcing the presence of something wonderful that was separate from himself, and gave him power and authority over all o... | of indifferent matters. He could see her faults, and analyze her virtues. His pulse became quieter, and his brain increased in clarity. This time she could not escape him. The illusion of her presence became more and more complete. They seemed to pass in and out of each other s minds, questioning and answering. The utm... | aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mi... | Night And Day |
Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his notebook and preparing to write. For twenty minutes, perhaps, he wrote down names, addresses, and other suggestions that Ralph dictated to him. Then, when Ralph fell silent, Mr. Basnett felt that his presence was not desired, and thanking Ralph for his help, with a sense that he wa... | No speaker | the quinine. "Judson s address?"<|quote|>Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his notebook and preparing to write. For twenty minutes, perhaps, he wrote down names, addresses, and other suggestions that Ralph dictated to him. Then, when Ralph fell silent, Mr. Basnett felt that his presence was not desired, and thanking Ra... | getting him." Mary returned with the quinine. "Judson s address?"<|quote|>Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his notebook and preparing to write. For twenty minutes, perhaps, he wrote down names, addresses, and other suggestions that Ralph dictated to him. Then, when Ralph fell silent, Mr. Basnett felt that his presence... | the next room. "Of course, I agree with you," she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinine. "Judson s address?"<|quote|>Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his n... | it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to the voices in the next room. "Of course, I agr... | had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand, as if by right, an account of their proposals, and to criticize them before he had heard them. Nevertheless, he explained his projects as clearly as he could, and knew ... | in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mind that she might not be at home. As he rang her bell, he seemed to himself to be announcing the presence of something wonderful that was separate from himself, and gave him power and authority over all other people.... | He could see her faults, and analyze her virtues. His pulse became quieter, and his brain increased in clarity. This time she could not escape him. The illusion of her presence became more and more complete. They seemed to pass in and out of each other s minds, questioning and answering. The utmost fullness of communio... | understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mind that she might not be at home. As he rang her bell, he seemed to himself to be announcing the presence of something wonderful that was separ... | Night And Day |
"Mary," | Ralph Denham | with him, he said good-bye.<|quote|>"Mary,"</|quote|>said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett | very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye.<|quote|>"Mary,"</|quote|>said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and | perhaps, he wrote down names, addresses, and other suggestions that Ralph dictated to him. Then, when Ralph fell silent, Mr. Basnett felt that his presence was not desired, and thanking Ralph for his help, with a sense that he was very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye.<|quote|>"Mary,"</|quote|>sai... | this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinine. "Judson s address?" Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his notebook and preparing to write. For twenty minutes, perhaps, he wrote down nam... | "I see," said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary," he suddenly remarked, "I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?" The look which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat ... | to the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going ... | himself raised to an eminence, exalted, and filled with a power of achievement such as he had never known in singleness. Once more he told over conscientiously her faults, both of face and character; they were clearly known to him; but they merged themselves in the flawless union that was born of their association. The... | Denham, who seemed to demand, as if by right, an account of their proposals, and to criticize them before he had heard them. Nevertheless, he explained his projects as clearly as he could, and knew that he wished Mr. Denham to think well of them. "I see," said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary," he suddenly re... | Night And Day |
said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. | No speaker | him, he said good-bye. "Mary,"<|quote|>said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together.</|quote|>"Mary," he repeated. But the | young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary,"<|quote|>said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together.</|quote|>"Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to | he wrote down names, addresses, and other suggestions that Ralph dictated to him. Then, when Ralph fell silent, Mr. Basnett felt that his presence was not desired, and thanking Ralph for his help, with a sense that he was very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary,"<|quote|>said Ralph, directly ... | strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinine. "Judson s address?" Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his notebook and preparing to write. For twenty minutes, perhaps, he wrote down names, a... | see," said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary," he suddenly remarked, "I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?" The look which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fas... | the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going thr... | raised to an eminence, exalted, and filled with a power of achievement such as he had never known in singleness. Once more he told over conscientiously her faults, both of face and character; they were clearly known to him; but they merged themselves in the flawless union that was born of their association. They survey... | aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, and it never crossed his mi... | Night And Day |
"Mary," | Ralph Denham | and they were alone together.<|quote|>"Mary,"</|quote|>he repeated. But the old | Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together.<|quote|>"Mary,"</|quote|>he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary | when Ralph fell silent, Mr. Basnett felt that his presence was not desired, and thanking Ralph for his help, with a sense that he was very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together.<|quote|>"Mary,"</|quote|>he repeated... | you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinine. "Judson s address?" Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his notebook and preparing to write. For twenty minutes, perhaps, he wrote down names, addresses, and other suggestions that Ralph dictated to him. Then, when Ral... | "I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?" The look which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an ext... | dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I ... | he had never known in singleness. Once more he told over conscientiously her faults, both of face and character; they were clearly known to him; but they merged themselves in the flawless union that was born of their association. They surveyed life to its uttermost limits. How deep it was when looked at from this heigh... | he rang her bell, he seemed to himself to be announcing the presence of something wonderful that was separate from himself, and gave him power and authority over all other people. Mary came to the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her int... | Night And Day |
he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all th... | No speaker | they were alone together. "Mary,"<|quote|>he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he ... | had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary,"<|quote|>he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The fe... | Ralph fell silent, Mr. Basnett felt that his presence was not desired, and thanking Ralph for his help, with a sense that he was very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary,"<|quote|>he repeated. But the old ... | seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinine. "Judson s address?" Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his notebook and preparing to write. For twenty minutes, perhaps, he wrote down names, addresses, and other suggestions that Ralph dictated to him. Then, when Ralph f... | believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?" The look which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extrao... | his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t... | had never known in singleness. Once more he told over conscientiously her faults, both of face and character; they were clearly known to him; but they merged themselves in the flawless union that was born of their association. They surveyed life to its uttermost limits. How deep it was when looked at from this height! ... | were justified and needed no further explanation. But he must impart them to some one, because his discovery was so important that it concerned other people too. Shutting the book of Greek photographs, and hiding his relics, he ran downstairs, snatched his coat, and passed out of doors. The lamps were being lit, but th... | Night And Day |
"What is it, Ralph?" | Mary Datchet | Mary s name was harsh.<|quote|>"What is it, Ralph?"</|quote|>she asked, startled by his | tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh.<|quote|>"What is it, Ralph?"</|quote|>she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him | had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh.<|quote|>"What is it, Ralph?"</|quote|>she asked, startled by his to... | he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he sa... | Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinine. "Judson s address?" Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his notebook and preparing to write. For twenty minutes, perhaps, he ... | longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-loo... | account whether she married him or another; nothing mattered, save that she should exist, and that he should love her. Some words of these reflections were uttered aloud, and it happened that among them were the words, "I love her." It was the first time that he had used the word "love" to describe his feeling; madness... | her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this i... | Night And Day |
she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He could feel her groping for his meaning, and he was annoyed with her, and thought how he had always found her slow, painstaking, and clumsy. He had behaved badly ... | No speaker | harsh. "What is it, Ralph?"<|quote|>she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He could feel her groping for his meaning, and he was annoyed with her, and thought how he had always found her slow, painstakin... | spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?"<|quote|>she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He could feel her groping for his meaning, and he was annoyed with her, and thought how he had always foun... | saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?"<|quote|>she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously... | said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not ... | strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinine. "Judson s address?" Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his notebook and preparing to write. For twenty minutes, perhaps, he wrote down names, a... | The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denha... | him or another; nothing mattered, save that she should exist, and that he should love her. Some words of these reflections were uttered aloud, and it happened that among them were the words, "I love her." It was the first time that he had used the word "love" to describe his feeling; madness, romance, hallucination he ... | other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secret... | Night And Day |
"You ll stay and dine?" | Mary Datchet | and had no other concern.<|quote|>"You ll stay and dine?"</|quote|>she said casually, returning to | occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern.<|quote|>"You ll stay and dine?"</|quote|>she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph replied. | answer were indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern.<|quote|>"You ll stay and dine?"</|quote|>she said casually, retur... | could feel her groping for his meaning, and he was annoyed with her, and thought how he had always found her slow, painstaking, and clumsy. He had behaved badly to her, too, which made his irritation the more acute. Without waiting for him to answer, she rose as if his answer were indifferent to her, and began to put i... | him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which ... | which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to the voice... | he must impart them to some one, because his discovery was so important that it concerned other people too. Shutting the book of Greek photographs, and hiding his relics, he ran downstairs, snatched his coat, and passed out of doors. The lamps were being lit, but the streets were dark enough and empty enough to let him... | extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to the voices in the next room. "Of course, I agree with you," she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinin... | Night And Day |
she said casually, returning to her seat. | No speaker | "You ll stay and dine?"<|quote|>she said casually, returning to her seat.</|quote|>"No," Ralph replied. She did | and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?"<|quote|>she said casually, returning to her seat.</|quote|>"No," Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They | and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?"<|quote|>she said casually, returning to her seat.</|quote|>"No," Ralph re... | his meaning, and he was annoyed with her, and thought how he had always found her slow, painstaking, and clumsy. He had behaved badly to her, too, which made his irritation the more acute. Without waiting for him to answer, she rose as if his answer were indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr... | to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. ... | frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to the voices in the next room. "... | some one, because his discovery was so important that it concerned other people too. Shutting the book of Greek photographs, and hiding his relics, he ran downstairs, snatched his coat, and passed out of doors. The lamps were being lit, but the streets were dark enough and empty enough to let him walk his fastest, and ... | dictated to him. Then, when Ralph fell silent, Mr. Basnett felt that his presence was not desired, and thanking Ralph for his help, with a sense that he was very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he re... | Night And Day |
"No," | Ralph Denham | casually, returning to her seat.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>Ralph replied. She did not | stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat | papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>Ralph replied. She did not press him fu... | her, and thought how he had always found her slow, painstaking, and clumsy. He had behaved badly to her, too, which made his irritation the more acute. Without waiting for him to answer, she rose as if his answer were indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She ... | still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startle... | his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to the voices in the next room. "Of course, I agree with you," she heard Ralph say, in... | important that it concerned other people too. Shutting the book of Greek photographs, and hiding his relics, he ran downstairs, snatched his coat, and passed out of doors. The lamps were being lit, but the streets were dark enough and empty enough to let him walk his fastest, and to talk aloud as he walked. He had no d... | to him. Then, when Ralph fell silent, Mr. Basnett felt that his presence was not desired, and thanking Ralph for his help, with a sense that he was very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. B... | Night And Day |
Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. | No speaker | returning to her seat. "No,"<|quote|>Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle.</|quote|>"That s a clever young | and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No,"<|quote|>Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle.</|quote|>"That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to | that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No,"<|quote|>Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat ... | and thought how he had always found her slow, painstaking, and clumsy. He had behaved badly to her, too, which made his irritation the more acute. Without waiting for him to answer, she rose as if his answer were indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She humme... | strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by h... | own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to the voices in the next room. "Of course, I agree with you," she heard Ralph say, in thi... | that it concerned other people too. Shutting the book of Greek photographs, and hiding his relics, he ran downstairs, snatched his coat, and passed out of doors. The lamps were being lit, but the streets were dark enough and empty enough to let him walk his fastest, and to talk aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where... | down names, addresses, and other suggestions that Ralph dictated to him. Then, when Ralph fell silent, Mr. Basnett felt that his presence was not desired, and thanking Ralph for his help, with a sense that he was very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had s... | Night And Day |
"That s a clever young man," | Ralph Denham | sewing and threaded a needle.<|quote|>"That s a clever young man,"</|quote|>Ralph observed, referring to Mr. | basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle.<|quote|>"That s a clever young man,"</|quote|>Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you | had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle.<|quote|>"That s a clever young man,"</|quote|>... | rose as if his answer were indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returni... | time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He could feel her groping for h... | fear. She stood listening for a moment to the voices in the next room. "Of course, I agree with you," she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinine. "Judson s a... | the streets were dark enough and empty enough to let him walk his fastest, and to talk aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He... | the next room. "Of course, I agree with you," she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinine. "Judson s address?" Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his notebook ... | Night And Day |
Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. | No speaker | s a clever young man,"<|quote|>Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett.</|quote|>"I m glad you thought | and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man,"<|quote|>Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett.</|quote|>"I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting | stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man,"<|quote|>Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnet... | indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph... | and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He could feel her groping for his meaning, and he was annoyed with... | moment to the voices in the next room. "Of course, I agree with you," she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinine. "Judson s address?" Mr. Basnett inquired, p... | empty enough to let him walk his fastest, and to talk aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her... | m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcasti... | Night And Day |
"I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opp... | Mary Datchet | observed, referring to Mr. Basnett.<|quote|>"I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what on... | a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett.<|quote|>"I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that th... | returning to her seat. "No," Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett.<|quote|>"I m glad you thought so. It s t... | put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph replied. She did not press him f... | tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He could feel her groping for his meaning, and he was annoyed with her, and thought how he had al... | next room. "Of course, I agree with you," she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinine. "Judson s address?" Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his notebook and ... | his fastest, and to talk aloud as he walked. He had no doubt where he was going. He was going to find Mary Datchet. The desire to share what he felt, with some one who understood it, was so imperious that he did not question it. He was soon in her street. He ran up the stairs leading to her flat two steps at a time, an... | names, addresses, and other suggestions that Ralph dictated to him. Then, when Ralph fell silent, Mr. Basnett felt that his presence was not desired, and thanking Ralph for his help, with a sense that he was very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut t... | Night And Day |
She spoke in the most impersonal manner. | No speaker | come on to our committee?"<|quote|>She spoke in the most impersonal manner.</|quote|>"I may be out of | too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?"<|quote|>She spoke in the most impersonal manner.</|quote|>"I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal | to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?"<|quote|>She spoke in the most impersonal manner.</|quote|>"... | Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one ... | indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph... | for his help, with a sense that he was very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to procla... | something wonderful that was separate from himself, and gave him power and authority over all other people. Mary came to the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise,... | heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to the voices in the next room. "Of course, I agree with you," she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Jud... | Night And Day |
"I may be out of town," | Ralph Denham | in the most impersonal manner.<|quote|>"I may be out of town,"</|quote|>Ralph replied, with equal distance | to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner.<|quote|>"I may be out of town,"</|quote|>Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets | in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner.<|quote|>"I may be out of town,"</|quote|>Ralph re... | m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s oppone... | in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph replied. She did not press him furth... | he was very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was st... | and gave him power and authority over all other people. Mary came to the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young ma... | Mary," he suddenly remarked, "I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?" The look which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own consciousness, something deep, wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it be... | Night And Day |
Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. | No speaker | may be out of town,"<|quote|>Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner.</|quote|>"Our executive meets every week, | the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town,"<|quote|>Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner.</|quote|>"Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But | though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town,"<|quote|>Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner.<... | s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is cer... | Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side with... | compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had f... | over all other people. Mary came to the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ral... | extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to the voices in the next room. "Of course, I agree with you," she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinin... | Night And Day |
"Our executive meets every week, of course," | Mary Datchet | with equal distance of manner.<|quote|>"Our executive meets every week, of course,"</|quote|>she observed. "But some of | out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner.<|quote|>"Our executive meets every week, of course,"</|quote|>she observed. "But some of our members don t come | Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner.<|quote|>"Our executive meets every week, of cour... | I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he wr... | hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her ... | said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not ... | the door after a moment s pause. He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going thr... | wild, and passionate. She left the room at once. Her heart beat fast at the knowledge of Ralph s presence; but it beat with pain, and with an extraordinary fear. She stood listening for a moment to the voices in the next room. "Of course, I agree with you," she heard Ralph say, in this strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "B... | Night And Day |
she observed. | No speaker | meets every week, of course,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"But some of our members | distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"But some of our members don t come more than | t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"But some of our memb... | But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. Yo... | her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and t... | the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased a... | He was perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr... | to him. Then, when Ralph fell silent, Mr. Basnett felt that his presence was not desired, and thanking Ralph for his help, with a sense that he was very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. B... | Night And Day |
"But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." | Mary Datchet | week, of course," she observed.<|quote|>"But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them."</|quote|>She went on sewing in | manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed.<|quote|>"But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them."</|quote|>She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken | to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed.<|quote|>"But some of our members don t come mor... | m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re t... | and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her ... | and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat ... | perfectly silent, and in the dusk his face looked completely white. He followed her into her room. "Do you know each other?" she said, to his extreme surprise, for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basne... | at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He could feel her groping for his meaning, and he was annoyed with her, and thought how he had always found her slow, painstaking, and clumsy. He had behaved badly to her, too, which made his irritation the m... | Night And Day |
She went on sewing in silence. | No speaker | I think, to ask them."<|quote|>She went on sewing in silence.</|quote|>"You ve not taken your | worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them."<|quote|>She went on sewing in silence.</|quote|>"You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up | "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them."<|quote|>She went on sewing in silence.</|quote|>"You ... | in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal... | to her seat. "No," Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously intere... | for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" ... | for he had counted on finding her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The ... | things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," ... | Night And Day |
"You ve not taken your quinine," | Mary Datchet | went on sewing in silence.<|quote|>"You ve not taken your quinine,"</|quote|>she said, looking up and | think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence.<|quote|>"You ve not taken your quinine,"</|quote|>she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the | Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence.<|quote|>"You ve not taken your quinine,"</|quo... | though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our exe... | She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everyt... | him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. S... | her alone. A young man rose, and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this i... | with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, dire... | Night And Day |
she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. | No speaker | ve not taken your quinine,"<|quote|>she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece.</|quote|>"I don t want it," | on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine,"<|quote|>she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece.</|quote|>"I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you | manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine,"<|quote|>she said, looking up and seeing the tabloid... | Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of cours... | They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very w... | he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and... | and said that he knew Ralph by sight. "We were just going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained... | and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him,... | Night And Day |
"I don t want it," | Ralph Denham | the tabloids upon the mantelpiece.<|quote|>"I don t want it,"</|quote|>said Ralph shortly. "Well, you | said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece.<|quote|>"I don t want it,"</|quote|>said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly. | some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece.<|quote|>"I don t want it,"</|quote|>said Ralph shortly. ... | see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once... | hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to b... | The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painf... | going through some papers," said Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" sai... | his meaning, and he was annoyed with her, and thought how he had always found her slow, painstaking, and clumsy. He had behaved badly to her, too, which made his irritation the more acute. Without waiting for him to answer, she rose as if his answer were indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr... | Night And Day |
said Ralph shortly. | No speaker | "I don t want it,"<|quote|>said Ralph shortly.</|quote|>"Well, you know best," she | the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it,"<|quote|>said Ralph shortly.</|quote|>"Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m | t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it,"<|quote|>said Ralph shortly.</|quote|>"Well, you know best," s... | letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Par... | and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re... | sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and ... | Mary. "Mr. Basnett has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mar... | very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still str... | Night And Day |
"Well, you know best," | Mary Datchet | want it," said Ralph shortly.<|quote|>"Well, you know best,"</|quote|>she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I | the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly.<|quote|>"Well, you know best,"</|quote|>she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed. | than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly.<|quote|>"Well, you know best,"</|quote|>she replied t... | You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the wo... | her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly str... | Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He... | has to help me, because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnet... | from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he s... | Night And Day |
she replied tranquilly. | No speaker | shortly. "Well, you know best,"<|quote|>she replied tranquilly.</|quote|>"Mary, I m a brute!" | t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best,"<|quote|>she replied tranquilly.</|quote|>"Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed. "Here I come | Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best,"<|quote|>she replied tranquilly.</|quote|>"Mary, I... | I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mis... | a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to s... | all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He could feel her gropi... | because I don t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett t... | young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong i... | Night And Day |
"Mary, I m a brute!" | Ralph Denham | know best," she replied tranquilly.<|quote|>"Mary, I m a brute!"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "Here I come | said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly.<|quote|>"Mary, I m a brute!"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "Here I come and waste your time, and | are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly.<|quote|>"Mary, I m a brute!"</|quote|>he exclai... | come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think,... | s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there ma... | he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He could feel her groping for his me... | t know much about my work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had ... | "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he co... | Night And Day |
he exclaimed. | No speaker | "Mary, I m a brute!"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"Here I come and waste | know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing | a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"Here I come and ... | She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on ... | Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one ... | and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He could feel her groping for his meaning, and he was annoyed with... | work yet. It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more di... | for his meaning, and he was annoyed with her, and thought how he had always found her slow, painstaking, and clumsy. He had behaved badly to her, too, which made his irritation the more acute. Without waiting for him to answer, she rose as if his answer were indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers tha... | Night And Day |
"Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable." | Ralph Denham | m a brute!" he exclaimed.<|quote|>"Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable."</|quote|>"A cold coming on does | she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed.<|quote|>"Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable."</|quote|>"A cold coming on does make one feel wretched," she | I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed.<|quote|>"Here I come and waste your time, and... | in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in ... | referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say,... | at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He could feel her groping for his meaning, and he was annoyed with her, and thou... | It s the new society," she explained. "I m the secretary. I m no longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable... | to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled.... | Night And Day |
"A cold coming on does make one feel wretched," | Mary Datchet | nothing but make myself disagreeable."<|quote|>"A cold coming on does make one feel wretched,"</|quote|>she replied. "I ve not | waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable."<|quote|>"A cold coming on does make one feel wretched,"</|quote|>she replied. "I ve not got a cold. That was | taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed. "Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable."<|quote|>"A cold coming on does ... | equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing t... | work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. ... | "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He could feel her groping for his meaning, and he was annoyed with her, and thought how he had always found her slow, painstaking, and clumsy. ... | longer at Russell Square." The voice in which she gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-loo... | difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of... | Night And Day |
she replied. | No speaker | does make one feel wretched,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"I ve not got a | disagreeable." "A cold coming on does make one feel wretched,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"I ve not got a cold. That was a lie. | the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed. "Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable." "A cold coming on does make one feel wretched,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"I ve ... | of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said R... | very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to... | tone. She looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He could feel her groping for his meaning, and he was annoyed with her, and thought how he had always found her slow, painstaking, and clumsy. He had behaved badly to her, too, which made his... | gave this information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand... | her groping for his meaning, and he was annoyed with her, and thought how he had always found her slow, painstaking, and clumsy. He had behaved badly to her, too, which made his irritation the more acute. Without waiting for him to answer, she rose as if his answer were indifferent to her, and began to put in order som... | Night And Day |
"I ve not got a cold. That was a lie. There s nothing the matter with me. I m mad, I suppose. I ought to have had the decency to keep away. But I wanted to see you I wanted to tell you I m in love, Mary." | Ralph Denham | one feel wretched," she replied.<|quote|>"I ve not got a cold. That was a lie. There s nothing the matter with me. I m mad, I suppose. I ought to have had the decency to keep away. But I wanted to see you I wanted to tell you I m in love, Mary."</|quote|>He spoke the word, but, | cold coming on does make one feel wretched," she replied.<|quote|>"I ve not got a cold. That was a lie. There s nothing the matter with me. I m mad, I suppose. I ought to have had the decency to keep away. But I wanted to see you I wanted to tell you I m in love, Mary."</|quote|>He spoke the word, but, as he spoke it, ... | upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed. "Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable." "A cold coming on does make one feel wretched," she replied.<|quote|>"I ve not got a cold. That w... | she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly... | But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. Yo... | looked at him anxiously, and her little frown showed that she was trying painfully to understand him, and was puzzled. He could feel her groping for his meaning, and he was annoyed with her, and thought how he had always found her slow, painstaking, and clumsy. He had behaved badly to her, too, which made his irritatio... | information was so constrained as to sound almost harsh. "What are your aims?" said Ralph. He looked neither at Mary nor at Mr. Basnett. Mr. Basnett thought he had seldom seen a more disagreeable or formidable man than this friend of Mary s, this sarcastic-looking, white-faced Mr. Denham, who seemed to demand, as if by... | seat. "No," Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting w... | Night And Day |
He spoke the word, but, as he spoke it, it seemed robbed of substance. | No speaker | I m in love, Mary."<|quote|>He spoke the word, but, as he spoke it, it seemed robbed of substance.</|quote|>"In love, are you?" she | I wanted to tell you I m in love, Mary."<|quote|>He spoke the word, but, as he spoke it, it seemed robbed of substance.</|quote|>"In love, are you?" she said quietly. "I m glad, | she replied. "I ve not got a cold. That was a lie. There s nothing the matter with me. I m mad, I suppose. I ought to have had the decency to keep away. But I wanted to see you I wanted to tell you I m in love, Mary."<|quote|>He spoke the word, but, as he spoke it, it seemed robbed of substance.</|quote|>"In love, are ... | the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed. "Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable." "A cold coming on does make one feel wretched," she replied. "I ve not got a cold. T... | I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t... | behaved badly to her, too, which made his irritation the more acute. Without waiting for him to answer, she rose as if his answer were indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were ... | who seemed to demand, as if by right, an account of their proposals, and to criticize them before he had heard them. Nevertheless, he explained his projects as clearly as he could, and knew that he wished Mr. Denham to think well of them. "I see," said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary," he suddenly remarked, ... | strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal man... | Night And Day |
"In love, are you?" | Mary Datchet | it seemed robbed of substance.<|quote|>"In love, are you?"</|quote|>she said quietly. "I m | but, as he spoke it, it seemed robbed of substance.<|quote|>"In love, are you?"</|quote|>she said quietly. "I m glad, Ralph." "I suppose I | nothing the matter with me. I m mad, I suppose. I ought to have had the decency to keep away. But I wanted to see you I wanted to tell you I m in love, Mary." He spoke the word, but, as he spoke it, it seemed robbed of substance.<|quote|>"In love, are you?"</|quote|>she said quietly. "I m glad, Ralph." "I suppose I m i... | you know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed. "Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable." "A cold coming on does make one feel wretched," she replied. "I ve not got a cold. That was a lie. There s nothing the matter with me. I m mad, I suppose. I ought to... | re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst;... | for him to answer, she rose as if his answer were indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she... | to criticize them before he had heard them. Nevertheless, he explained his projects as clearly as he could, and knew that he wished Mr. Denham to think well of them. "I see," said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary," he suddenly remarked, "I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?" The look which he ca... | I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re... | Night And Day |
she said quietly. | No speaker | substance. "In love, are you?"<|quote|>she said quietly.</|quote|>"I m glad, Ralph." "I | it, it seemed robbed of substance. "In love, are you?"<|quote|>she said quietly.</|quote|>"I m glad, Ralph." "I suppose I m in love. | me. I m mad, I suppose. I ought to have had the decency to keep away. But I wanted to see you I wanted to tell you I m in love, Mary." He spoke the word, but, as he spoke it, it seemed robbed of substance. "In love, are you?"<|quote|>she said quietly.</|quote|>"I m glad, Ralph." "I suppose I m in love. Anyhow, I m out ... | replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed. "Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable." "A cold coming on does make one feel wretched," she replied. "I ve not got a cold. That was a lie. There s nothing the matter with me. I m mad, I suppose. I ought to have had the decenc... | suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mista... | she rose as if his answer were indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, ret... | he had heard them. Nevertheless, he explained his projects as clearly as he could, and knew that he wished Mr. Denham to think well of them. "I see," said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary," he suddenly remarked, "I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?" The look which he cast at her frightened her;... | they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive ... | Night And Day |
"I m glad, Ralph." | Mary Datchet | are you?" she said quietly.<|quote|>"I m glad, Ralph."</|quote|>"I suppose I m in | robbed of substance. "In love, are you?" she said quietly.<|quote|>"I m glad, Ralph."</|quote|>"I suppose I m in love. Anyhow, I m out | mad, I suppose. I ought to have had the decency to keep away. But I wanted to see you I wanted to tell you I m in love, Mary." He spoke the word, but, as he spoke it, it seemed robbed of substance. "In love, are you?" she said quietly.<|quote|>"I m glad, Ralph."</|quote|>"I suppose I m in love. Anyhow, I m out of my mi... | I m a brute!" he exclaimed. "Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable." "A cold coming on does make one feel wretched," she replied. "I ve not got a cold. That was a lie. There s nothing the matter with me. I m mad, I suppose. I ought to have had the decency to keep away. But I wante... | on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to a... | if his answer were indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to he... | them. Nevertheless, he explained his projects as clearly as he could, and knew that he wished Mr. Denham to think well of them. "I see," said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary," he suddenly remarked, "I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?" The look which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed... | indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph... | Night And Day |
"I suppose I m in love. Anyhow, I m out of my mind. I can t think, I can t work, I don t care a hang for anything in the world. Good Heavens, Mary! I m in torment! One moment I m happy; next I m miserable. I hate her for half an hour; then I d give my whole life to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know... | Ralph Denham | quietly. "I m glad, Ralph."<|quote|>"I suppose I m in love. Anyhow, I m out of my mind. I can t think, I can t work, I don t care a hang for anything in the world. Good Heavens, Mary! I m in torment! One moment I m happy; next I m miserable. I hate her for half an hour; then I d give my whole life to be with her for te... | love, are you?" she said quietly. "I m glad, Ralph."<|quote|>"I suppose I m in love. Anyhow, I m out of my mind. I can t think, I can t work, I don t care a hang for anything in the world. Good Heavens, Mary! I m in torment! One moment I m happy; next I m miserable. I hate her for half an hour; then I d give my whole l... | ought to have had the decency to keep away. But I wanted to see you I wanted to tell you I m in love, Mary." He spoke the word, but, as he spoke it, it seemed robbed of substance. "In love, are you?" she said quietly. "I m glad, Ralph."<|quote|>"I suppose I m in love. Anyhow, I m out of my mind. I can t think, I can t ... | he exclaimed. "Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable." "A cold coming on does make one feel wretched," she replied. "I ve not got a cold. That was a lie. There s nothing the matter with me. I m mad, I suppose. I ought to have had the decency to keep away. But I wanted to see you I... | She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on ... | indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making things tidy, and had no other concern. "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph... | his projects as clearly as he could, and knew that he wished Mr. Denham to think well of them. "I see," said Ralph, when he had done. "D you know, Mary," he suddenly remarked, "I believe I m in for a cold. Have you any quinine?" The look which he cast at her frightened her; it expressed mutely, perhaps without his own ... | replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and consideri... | Night And Day |
He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himself, nor did they repres... | No speaker | go on with your work."<|quote|>He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke ... | know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work."<|quote|>He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he ... | the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insanity, and yet it s perfectly reasonable. Can you make any sense of it? Can you see what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work."<|quote|>He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had jus... | work, I don t care a hang for anything in the world. Good Heavens, Mary! I m in torment! One moment I m happy; next I m miserable. I hate her for half an hour; then I d give my whole life to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insanity, and yet it s perfectly reaso... | does make one feel wretched," she replied. "I ve not got a cold. That was a lie. There s nothing the matter with me. I m mad, I suppose. I ought to have had the decency to keep away. But I wanted to see you I wanted to tell you I m in love, Mary." He spoke the word, but, as he spoke it, it seemed robbed of substance. "... | I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he wr... | strange voice, to Mr. Basnett. "But there s more that might be done. Have you seen Judson, for instance? You should make a point of getting him." Mary returned with the quinine. "Judson s address?" Mr. Basnett inquired, pulling out his notebook and preparing to write. For twenty minutes, perhaps, he wrote down names, a... | too, which made his irritation the more acute. Without waiting for him to answer, she rose as if his answer were indifferent to her, and began to put in order some papers that Mr. Basnett had left on the table. She hummed a scrap of a tune under her breath, and moved about the room as if she were occupied in making thi... | Night And Day |
"Do sit down," | Mary Datchet | had been forced into speech.<|quote|>"Do sit down,"</|quote|>said Mary suddenly. "You make | spoken thus; but somehow he had been forced into speech.<|quote|>"Do sit down,"</|quote|>said Mary suddenly. "You make me so" She spoke with | him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himself, nor did they represent his deepest feelings. He felt a little contempt for himself at having spoken thus; but somehow he had been forced into speech.<|quote|>"Do sit down,"</|quote|>said Mar... | happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which we... | love. Anyhow, I m out of my mind. I can t think, I can t work, I don t care a hang for anything in the world. Good Heavens, Mary! I m in torment! One moment I m happy; next I m miserable. I hate her for half an hour; then I d give my whole life to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or w... | impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "Yo... | sense that he was very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katha... | spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewi... | Night And Day |
said Mary suddenly. | No speaker | into speech. "Do sit down,"<|quote|>said Mary suddenly.</|quote|>"You make me so" She | somehow he had been forced into speech. "Do sit down,"<|quote|>said Mary suddenly.</|quote|>"You make me so" She spoke with unusual irritability, and | very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himself, nor did they represent his deepest feelings. He felt a little contempt for himself at having spoken thus; but somehow he had been forced into speech. "Do sit down,"<|quote|>said Mary suddenly.</|quote|... | raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those h... | m out of my mind. I can t think, I can t work, I don t care a hang for anything in the world. Good Heavens, Mary! I m in torment! One moment I m happy; next I m miserable. I hate her for half an hour; then I d give my whole life to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it... | may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your qu... | was very young and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still... | one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too uncompromising. I mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distanc... | Night And Day |
"You make me so" | Mary Datchet | sit down," said Mary suddenly.<|quote|>"You make me so"</|quote|>She spoke with unusual irritability, | been forced into speech. "Do sit down," said Mary suddenly.<|quote|>"You make me so"</|quote|>She spoke with unusual irritability, and Ralph, noticing it with | drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himself, nor did they represent his deepest feelings. He felt a little contempt for himself at having spoken thus; but somehow he had been forced into speech. "Do sit down," said Mary suddenly.<|quote|>"You make me so"</|quote|>Sh... | don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of wh... | my mind. I can t think, I can t work, I don t care a hang for anything in the world. Good Heavens, Mary! I m in torment! One moment I m happy; next I m miserable. I hate her for half an hour; then I d give my whole life to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insani... | of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she... | and ignorant compared with him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him,... | re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst;... | Night And Day |
She spoke with unusual irritability, and Ralph, noticing it with surprise, sat down at once. | No speaker | suddenly. "You make me so"<|quote|>She spoke with unusual irritability, and Ralph, noticing it with surprise, sat down at once.</|quote|>"You haven t told me | "Do sit down," said Mary suddenly. "You make me so"<|quote|>She spoke with unusual irritability, and Ralph, noticing it with surprise, sat down at once.</|quote|>"You haven t told me her name you d rather | expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himself, nor did they represent his deepest feelings. He felt a little contempt for himself at having spoken thus; but somehow he had been forced into speech. "Do sit down," said Mary suddenly. "You make me so"<|quote|>She spoke with unusual irritability,... | go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himse... | t think, I can t work, I don t care a hang for anything in the world. Good Heavens, Mary! I m in torment! One moment I m happy; next I m miserable. I hate her for half an hour; then I d give my whole life to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insanity, and yet it ... | with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and see... | him, he said good-bye. "Mary," said Ralph, directly Mr. Basnett had shut the door and they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly ... | She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everyt... | Night And Day |
"You haven t told me her name you d rather not, I suppose?" | Mary Datchet | surprise, sat down at once.<|quote|>"You haven t told me her name you d rather not, I suppose?"</|quote|>"Her name? Katharine Hilbery." "But | and Ralph, noticing it with surprise, sat down at once.<|quote|>"You haven t told me her name you d rather not, I suppose?"</|quote|>"Her name? Katharine Hilbery." "But she s engaged" "To Rodney. | did they represent his deepest feelings. He felt a little contempt for himself at having spoken thus; but somehow he had been forced into speech. "Do sit down," said Mary suddenly. "You make me so" She spoke with unusual irritability, and Ralph, noticing it with surprise, sat down at once.<|quote|>"You haven t told me ... | down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himself, nor did they represent his deepest feelings. He felt a little c... | the world. Good Heavens, Mary! I m in torment! One moment I m happy; next I m miserable. I hate her for half an hour; then I d give my whole life to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insanity, and yet it s perfectly reasonable. Can you make any sense of it? Can y... | some of our members don t come more than once a month. Members of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know b... | they were alone together. "Mary," he repeated. But the old difficulty of speaking to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talk... | side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m incl... | Night And Day |
"Her name? Katharine Hilbery." | Ralph Denham | d rather not, I suppose?"<|quote|>"Her name? Katharine Hilbery."</|quote|>"But she s engaged" "To | told me her name you d rather not, I suppose?"<|quote|>"Her name? Katharine Hilbery."</|quote|>"But she s engaged" "To Rodney. They re to be | at having spoken thus; but somehow he had been forced into speech. "Do sit down," said Mary suddenly. "You make me so" She spoke with unusual irritability, and Ralph, noticing it with surprise, sat down at once. "You haven t told me her name you d rather not, I suppose?"<|quote|>"Her name? Katharine Hilbery."</|quote|>... | little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himself, nor did they represent his deepest feelings. He felt a little contempt for himself at having spoken thus; but somehow he ha... | happy; next I m miserable. I hate her for half an hour; then I d give my whole life to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insanity, and yet it s perfectly reasonable. Can you make any sense of it? Can you see what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary... | of Parliament are the worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed... | to Mary without reserve prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveli... | mustn t forget to see that he writes that letter to Judson. You re too busy, I suppose, to come on to our committee?" She spoke in the most impersonal manner. "I may be out of town," Ralph replied, with equal distance of manner. "Our executive meets every week, of course," she observed. "But some of our members don t c... | Night And Day |
"But she s engaged" | Mary Datchet | suppose?" "Her name? Katharine Hilbery."<|quote|>"But she s engaged"</|quote|>"To Rodney. They re to | you d rather not, I suppose?" "Her name? Katharine Hilbery."<|quote|>"But she s engaged"</|quote|>"To Rodney. They re to be married in September." "I | but somehow he had been forced into speech. "Do sit down," said Mary suddenly. "You make me so" She spoke with unusual irritability, and Ralph, noticing it with surprise, sat down at once. "You haven t told me her name you d rather not, I suppose?" "Her name? Katharine Hilbery."<|quote|>"But she s engaged"</|quote|>"To... | he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himself, nor did they represent his deepest feelings. He felt a little contempt for himself at having spoken thus; but somehow he had been forced into speech. ... | miserable. I hate her for half an hour; then I d give my whole life to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insanity, and yet it s perfectly reasonable. Can you make any sense of it? Can you see what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with you... | worst; it was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed. "Here I come and was... | prevented him from continuing. His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone... | wanted to tell you I m in love, Mary." He spoke the word, but, as he spoke it, it seemed robbed of substance. "In love, are you?" she said quietly. "I m glad, Ralph." "I suppose I m in love. Anyhow, I m out of my mind. I can t think, I can t work, I don t care a hang for anything in the world. Good Heavens, Mary! I m i... | Night And Day |
"To Rodney. They re to be married in September." | Ralph Denham | Hilbery." "But she s engaged"<|quote|>"To Rodney. They re to be married in September."</|quote|>"I see," said Mary. But | I suppose?" "Her name? Katharine Hilbery." "But she s engaged"<|quote|>"To Rodney. They re to be married in September."</|quote|>"I see," said Mary. But in truth the calm of | been forced into speech. "Do sit down," said Mary suddenly. "You make me so" She spoke with unusual irritability, and Ralph, noticing it with surprise, sat down at once. "You haven t told me her name you d rather not, I suppose?" "Her name? Katharine Hilbery." "But she s engaged"<|quote|>"To Rodney. They re to be marri... | s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himself, nor did they represent his deepest feelings. He felt a little contempt for himself at having spoken thus; but somehow he had been forced into speech. "Do sit down," sai... | for half an hour; then I d give my whole life to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insanity, and yet it s perfectly reasonable. Can you make any sense of it? Can you see what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and b... | mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed. "Here I come and waste your time, an... | His desire to proclaim his love for Katharine was still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name ... | t care a hang for anything in the world. Good Heavens, Mary! I m in torment! One moment I m happy; next I m miserable. I hate her for half an hour; then I d give my whole life to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insanity, and yet it s perfectly reasonable. Can y... | Night And Day |
"I see," | Mary Datchet | to be married in September."<|quote|>"I see,"</|quote|>said Mary. But in truth | engaged" "To Rodney. They re to be married in September."<|quote|>"I see,"</|quote|>said Mary. But in truth the calm of his manner, | suddenly. "You make me so" She spoke with unusual irritability, and Ralph, noticing it with surprise, sat down at once. "You haven t told me her name you d rather not, I suppose?" "Her name? Katharine Hilbery." "But she s engaged" "To Rodney. They re to be married in September."<|quote|>"I see,"</|quote|>said Mary. But... | magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himself, nor did they represent his deepest feelings. He felt a little contempt for himself at having spoken thus; but somehow he had been forced into speech. "Do sit down," said Mary suddenly. "You make me so" She spoke w... | whole life to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insanity, and yet it s perfectly reasonable. Can you make any sense of it? Can you see what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down... | sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed. "Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable." ... | still strong in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startle... | m a brute!" he exclaimed. "Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable." "A cold coming on does make one feel wretched," she replied. "I ve not got a cold. That was a lie. There s nothing the matter with me. I m mad, I suppose. I ought to have had the decency to keep away. But I wanted ... | Night And Day |
said Mary. But in truth the calm of his manner, now that he was sitting down once more, wrapt her in the presence of something which she felt to be so strong, so mysterious, so incalculable, that she scarcely dared to attempt to intercept it by any word or question that she was able to frame. She looked at Ralph blankl... | No speaker | married in September." "I see,"<|quote|>said Mary. But in truth the calm of his manner, now that he was sitting down once more, wrapt her in the presence of something which she felt to be so strong, so mysterious, so incalculable, that she scarcely dared to attempt to intercept it by any word or question that she was a... | Rodney. They re to be married in September." "I see,"<|quote|>said Mary. But in truth the calm of his manner, now that he was sitting down once more, wrapt her in the presence of something which she felt to be so strong, so mysterious, so incalculable, that she scarcely dared to attempt to intercept it by any word or q... | make me so" She spoke with unusual irritability, and Ralph, noticing it with surprise, sat down at once. "You haven t told me her name you d rather not, I suppose?" "Her name? Katharine Hilbery." "But she s engaged" "To Rodney. They re to be married in September." "I see,"<|quote|>said Mary. But in truth the calm of hi... | from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himself, nor did they represent his deepest feelings. He felt a little contempt for himself at having spoken thus; but somehow he had been forced into speech. "Do sit down," said Mary suddenly. "You make me so" She spoke with unusual irri... | to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insanity, and yet it s perfectly reasonable. Can you make any sense of it? Can you see what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. ... | silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed. "Here I come and waste your time, and do nothing but make myself disagreeable." "A cold co... | in him, but he had felt, directly he saw Mary, that he could not share it with her. The feeling increased as he sat talking to Mr. Basnett. And yet all the time he was thinking of Katharine, and marveling at his love. The tone in which he spoke Mary s name was harsh. "What is it, Ralph?" she asked, startled by his tone... | was a mistake, I think, to ask them." She went on sewing in silence. "You ve not taken your quinine," she said, looking up and seeing the tabloids upon the mantelpiece. "I don t want it," said Ralph shortly. "Well, you know best," she replied tranquilly. "Mary, I m a brute!" he exclaimed. "Here I come and waste your ti... | Night And Day |
"Is there anything that I could do for you?" | Mary Datchet | she no longer knew well.<|quote|>"Is there anything that I could do for you?"</|quote|>she asked gently, and even | and remote, like a person she no longer knew well.<|quote|>"Is there anything that I could do for you?"</|quote|>she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at length. "You | once more his intimacy. But she rejected every impulse, for she could not speak without doing violence to some reserve which had grown between them, putting them a little far from each other, so that he seemed to her dignified and remote, like a person she no longer knew well.<|quote|>"Is there anything that I could do... | as if she could look no longer, she leant back in her chair, and half closed her eyes. The distance between them hurt her terribly; one thing after another came into her mind, tempting her to assail Ralph with questions, to force him to confide in her, and to enjoy once more his intimacy. But she rejected every impulse... | she s engaged" "To Rodney. They re to be married in September." "I see," said Mary. But in truth the calm of his manner, now that he was sitting down once more, wrapt her in the presence of something which she felt to be so strong, so mysterious, so incalculable, that she scarcely dared to attempt to intercept it by an... | I hate her for half an hour; then I d give my whole life to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insanity, and yet it s perfectly reasonable. Can you make any sense of it? Can you see what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He... | "You ll stay and dine?" she said casually, returning to her seat. "No," Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnet... | into speech. "Do sit down," said Mary suddenly. "You make me so" She spoke with unusual irritability, and Ralph, noticing it with surprise, sat down at once. "You haven t told me her name you d rather not, I suppose?" "Her name? Katharine Hilbery." "But she s engaged" "To Rodney. They re to be married in September." "I... | Night And Day |
she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at length. | No speaker | I could do for you?"<|quote|>she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at length.</|quote|>"You could see her no, | well. "Is there anything that I could do for you?"<|quote|>she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at length.</|quote|>"You could see her no, that s not what I | for she could not speak without doing violence to some reserve which had grown between them, putting them a little far from each other, so that he seemed to her dignified and remote, like a person she no longer knew well. "Is there anything that I could do for you?"<|quote|>she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at ... | back in her chair, and half closed her eyes. The distance between them hurt her terribly; one thing after another came into her mind, tempting her to assail Ralph with questions, to force him to confide in her, and to enjoy once more his intimacy. But she rejected every impulse, for she could not speak without doing vi... | married in September." "I see," said Mary. But in truth the calm of his manner, now that he was sitting down once more, wrapt her in the presence of something which she felt to be so strong, so mysterious, so incalculable, that she scarcely dared to attempt to intercept it by any word or question that she was able to f... | d give my whole life to be with her for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insanity, and yet it s perfectly reasonable. Can you make any sense of it? Can you see what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace u... | to her seat. "No," Ralph replied. She did not press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously intere... | himself at having spoken thus; but somehow he had been forced into speech. "Do sit down," said Mary suddenly. "You make me so" She spoke with unusual irritability, and Ralph, noticing it with surprise, sat down at once. "You haven t told me her name you d rather not, I suppose?" "Her name? Katharine Hilbery." "But she ... | Night And Day |
"You could see her no, that s not what I want; you mustn t bother about me, Mary." | Ralph Denham | even with courtesy, at length.<|quote|>"You could see her no, that s not what I want; you mustn t bother about me, Mary."</|quote|>He, too, spoke very gently. | you?" she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at length.<|quote|>"You could see her no, that s not what I want; you mustn t bother about me, Mary."</|quote|>He, too, spoke very gently. "I m afraid no third | some reserve which had grown between them, putting them a little far from each other, so that he seemed to her dignified and remote, like a person she no longer knew well. "Is there anything that I could do for you?" she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at length.<|quote|>"You could see her no, that s not what I w... | The distance between them hurt her terribly; one thing after another came into her mind, tempting her to assail Ralph with questions, to force him to confide in her, and to enjoy once more his intimacy. But she rejected every impulse, for she could not speak without doing violence to some reserve which had grown betwee... | truth the calm of his manner, now that he was sitting down once more, wrapt her in the presence of something which she felt to be so strong, so mysterious, so incalculable, that she scarcely dared to attempt to intercept it by any word or question that she was able to frame. She looked at Ralph blankly, with a kind of ... | for ten minutes; all the time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insanity, and yet it s perfectly reasonable. Can you make any sense of it? Can you see what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that wh... | press him further. They sat side by side without speaking, and Mary reached her hand for her work basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I thin... | He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himself, nor did they repres... | Night And Day |
He, too, spoke very gently. | No speaker | t bother about me, Mary."<|quote|>He, too, spoke very gently.</|quote|>"I m afraid no third | what I want; you mustn t bother about me, Mary."<|quote|>He, too, spoke very gently.</|quote|>"I m afraid no third person can do anything to | seemed to her dignified and remote, like a person she no longer knew well. "Is there anything that I could do for you?" she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at length. "You could see her no, that s not what I want; you mustn t bother about me, Mary."<|quote|>He, too, spoke very gently.</|quote|>"I m afraid no thir... | assail Ralph with questions, to force him to confide in her, and to enjoy once more his intimacy. But she rejected every impulse, for she could not speak without doing violence to some reserve which had grown between them, putting them a little far from each other, so that he seemed to her dignified and remote, like a ... | presence of something which she felt to be so strong, so mysterious, so incalculable, that she scarcely dared to attempt to intercept it by any word or question that she was able to frame. She looked at Ralph blankly, with a kind of awe in her face, her lips slightly parted, and her brows raised. He was apparently quit... | it s insanity, and yet it s perfectly reasonable. Can you make any sense of it? Can you see what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary... | basket, and took out her sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliator... | time I don t know what I feel, or why I feel it; it s insanity, and yet it s perfectly reasonable. Can you make any sense of it? Can you see what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore ... | Night And Day |
"I m afraid no third person can do anything to help," | Mary Datchet | He, too, spoke very gently.<|quote|>"I m afraid no third person can do anything to help,"</|quote|>she added. "No," he shook | t bother about me, Mary." He, too, spoke very gently.<|quote|>"I m afraid no third person can do anything to help,"</|quote|>she added. "No," he shook his head. "Katharine was saying | remote, like a person she no longer knew well. "Is there anything that I could do for you?" she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at length. "You could see her no, that s not what I want; you mustn t bother about me, Mary." He, too, spoke very gently.<|quote|>"I m afraid no third person can do anything to help,"</|... | force him to confide in her, and to enjoy once more his intimacy. But she rejected every impulse, for she could not speak without doing violence to some reserve which had grown between them, putting them a little far from each other, so that he seemed to her dignified and remote, like a person she no longer knew well. ... | felt to be so strong, so mysterious, so incalculable, that she scarcely dared to attempt to intercept it by any word or question that she was able to frame. She looked at Ralph blankly, with a kind of awe in her face, her lips slightly parted, and her brows raised. He was apparently quite unconscious of her gaze. Then,... | it s perfectly reasonable. Can you make any sense of it? Can you see what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon ... | sewing and threaded a needle. "That s a clever young man," Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict.... | down," said Mary suddenly. "You make me so" She spoke with unusual irritability, and Ralph, noticing it with surprise, sat down at once. "You haven t told me her name you d rather not, I suppose?" "Her name? Katharine Hilbery." "But she s engaged" "To Rodney. They re to be married in September." "I see," said Mary. But... | Night And Day |
she added. | No speaker | can do anything to help,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"No," he shook his head. | m afraid no third person can do anything to help,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"No," he shook his head. "Katharine was saying to-day how | anything that I could do for you?" she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at length. "You could see her no, that s not what I want; you mustn t bother about me, Mary." He, too, spoke very gently. "I m afraid no third person can do anything to help,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"No," he shook his head. "Katharine was... | his intimacy. But she rejected every impulse, for she could not speak without doing violence to some reserve which had grown between them, putting them a little far from each other, so that he seemed to her dignified and remote, like a person she no longer knew well. "Is there anything that I could do for you?" she ask... | scarcely dared to attempt to intercept it by any word or question that she was able to frame. She looked at Ralph blankly, with a kind of awe in her face, her lips slightly parted, and her brows raised. He was apparently quite unconscious of her gaze. Then, as if she could look no longer, she leant back in her chair, a... | Can you see what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain e... | Ralph observed, referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one ... | so strong, so mysterious, so incalculable, that she scarcely dared to attempt to intercept it by any word or question that she was able to frame. She looked at Ralph blankly, with a kind of awe in her face, her lips slightly parted, and her brows raised. He was apparently quite unconscious of her gaze. Then, as if she ... | Night And Day |
"No," | Ralph Denham | anything to help," she added.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>he shook his head. "Katharine | no third person can do anything to help," she added.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>he shook his head. "Katharine was saying to-day how lonely | I could do for you?" she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at length. "You could see her no, that s not what I want; you mustn t bother about me, Mary." He, too, spoke very gently. "I m afraid no third person can do anything to help," she added.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>he shook his head. "Katharine was saying to-day... | But she rejected every impulse, for she could not speak without doing violence to some reserve which had grown between them, putting them a little far from each other, so that he seemed to her dignified and remote, like a person she no longer knew well. "Is there anything that I could do for you?" she asked gently, and... | to attempt to intercept it by any word or question that she was able to frame. She looked at Ralph blankly, with a kind of awe in her face, her lips slightly parted, and her brows raised. He was apparently quite unconscious of her gaze. Then, as if she could look no longer, she leant back in her chair, and half closed ... | see what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressio... | referring to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say,... | s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himself, nor did they represent his deepest feelings. He felt a little contempt for himself at having spoken thus; but somehow he had been forced into speech. "Do sit down," sai... | Night And Day |
he shook his head. | No speaker | to help," she added. "No,"<|quote|>he shook his head.</|quote|>"Katharine was saying to-day how | third person can do anything to help," she added. "No,"<|quote|>he shook his head.</|quote|>"Katharine was saying to-day how lonely we are." She saw | could do for you?" she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at length. "You could see her no, that s not what I want; you mustn t bother about me, Mary." He, too, spoke very gently. "I m afraid no third person can do anything to help," she added. "No,"<|quote|>he shook his head.</|quote|>"Katharine was saying to-day h... | she rejected every impulse, for she could not speak without doing violence to some reserve which had grown between them, putting them a little far from each other, so that he seemed to her dignified and remote, like a person she no longer knew well. "Is there anything that I could do for you?" she asked gently, and eve... | attempt to intercept it by any word or question that she was able to frame. She looked at Ralph blankly, with a kind of awe in her face, her lips slightly parted, and her brows raised. He was apparently quite unconscious of her gaze. Then, as if she could look no longer, she leant back in her chair, and half closed her... | what s happened? I m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions w... | to Mr. Basnett. "I m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though th... | her in the presence of something which she felt to be so strong, so mysterious, so incalculable, that she scarcely dared to attempt to intercept it by any word or question that she was able to frame. She looked at Ralph blankly, with a kind of awe in her face, her lips slightly parted, and her brows raised. He was appa... | Night And Day |
"Katharine was saying to-day how lonely we are." | Ralph Denham | "No," he shook his head.<|quote|>"Katharine was saying to-day how lonely we are."</|quote|>She saw the effort with | anything to help," she added. "No," he shook his head.<|quote|>"Katharine was saying to-day how lonely we are."</|quote|>She saw the effort with which he spoke Katharine s | she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at length. "You could see her no, that s not what I want; you mustn t bother about me, Mary." He, too, spoke very gently. "I m afraid no third person can do anything to help," she added. "No," he shook his head.<|quote|>"Katharine was saying to-day how lonely we are."</|quote|>... | for she could not speak without doing violence to some reserve which had grown between them, putting them a little far from each other, so that he seemed to her dignified and remote, like a person she no longer knew well. "Is there anything that I could do for you?" she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at length. ... | by any word or question that she was able to frame. She looked at Ralph blankly, with a kind of awe in her face, her lips slightly parted, and her brows raised. He was apparently quite unconscious of her gaze. Then, as if she could look no longer, she leant back in her chair, and half closed her eyes. The distance betw... | m raving, I know; don t listen, Mary; go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those... | m glad you thought so. It s tremendously interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s oppone... | away. But I wanted to see you I wanted to tell you I m in love, Mary." He spoke the word, but, as he spoke it, it seemed robbed of substance. "In love, are you?" she said quietly. "I m glad, Ralph." "I suppose I m in love. Anyhow, I m out of my mind. I can t think, I can t work, I don t care a hang for anything in the ... | Night And Day |
She saw the effort with which he spoke Katharine s name, and believed that he forced himself to make amends now for his concealment in the past. At any rate, she was conscious of no anger against him; but rather of a deep pity for one condemned to suffer as she had suffered. But in the case of Katharine it was differen... | No speaker | to-day how lonely we are."<|quote|>She saw the effort with which he spoke Katharine s name, and believed that he forced himself to make amends now for his concealment in the past. At any rate, she was conscious of no anger against him; but rather of a deep pity for one condemned to suffer as she had suffered. But in th... | his head. "Katharine was saying to-day how lonely we are."<|quote|>She saw the effort with which he spoke Katharine s name, and believed that he forced himself to make amends now for his concealment in the past. At any rate, she was conscious of no anger against him; but rather of a deep pity for one condemned to suffe... | length. "You could see her no, that s not what I want; you mustn t bother about me, Mary." He, too, spoke very gently. "I m afraid no third person can do anything to help," she added. "No," he shook his head. "Katharine was saying to-day how lonely we are."<|quote|>She saw the effort with which he spoke Katharine s nam... | to some reserve which had grown between them, putting them a little far from each other, so that he seemed to her dignified and remote, like a person she no longer knew well. "Is there anything that I could do for you?" she asked gently, and even with courtesy, at length. "You could see her no, that s not what I want; ... | able to frame. She looked at Ralph blankly, with a kind of awe in her face, her lips slightly parted, and her brows raised. He was apparently quite unconscious of her gaze. Then, as if she could look no longer, she leant back in her chair, and half closed her eyes. The distance between them hurt her terribly; one thing... | go on with your work." He rose and began, as usual, to pace up and down the room. He knew that what he had just said bore very little resemblance to what he felt, for Mary s presence acted upon him like a very strong magnet, drawing from him certain expressions which were not those he made use of when he spoke to himse... | interesting work, and considering everything, I think we ve done very well. But I m inclined to agree with you; we ought to try to be more conciliatory. We re absurdly strict. It s difficult to see that there may be sense in what one s opponents say, though they are one s opponents. Horace Basnett is certainly too unco... | incalculable, that she scarcely dared to attempt to intercept it by any word or question that she was able to frame. She looked at Ralph blankly, with a kind of awe in her face, her lips slightly parted, and her brows raised. He was apparently quite unconscious of her gaze. Then, as if she could look no longer, she lea... | Night And Day |
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