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"Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." | Katharine Hilbery | with pure reason?" she hazarded.<|quote|>"Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with."</|quote|>This conclusion seemed fantastic and | One can be in love with pure reason?" she hazarded.<|quote|>"Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with."</|quote|>This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but | "And then you went raving about the streets," she mused. "Well, it s bad enough. But my state is worse than yours, because it hasn t anything to do with facts. It s an hallucination, pure and simple an intoxication.... One can be in love with pure reason?" she hazarded.<|quote|>"Because if you re in love with a vision,... | when I m with you that I doubt it, not when I m alone," he stated. "So I thought," she replied. In order to explain to her his state of mind, Ralph recounted his experience with the photograph, the letter, and the flower picked at Kew. She listened very seriously. "And then you went raving about the streets," she mused... | should advise you to let me keep it for you," he replied, in the same tone of half-humorous gravity. "After what you ve said, I can hardly trust you unless you ll unsay what you ve said?" "Very well. I m not in love with you." "But I think you _are_ in love with me.... As I am with you," she added casually enough. "At ... | existence and of his own. "Because I love you, Katharine," he said. Some roundness or warmth essential to that statement was absent from his voice, and she had merely to shake her head very slightly for him to drop her hand and turn away in shame at his own impotence. He thought that she had detected his wish to leave ... | in the wind yes, when you look at me, not seeing me, and I don t see you either.... But I do see," she went on quickly, changing her position and frowning again, "heaps of things, only not you." "Tell me what you see," he urged. But she could not reduce her vision to words, since it was no single shape colored upon the... | only half attentive to him; only a section of her was exposed to him. The sight roused in him such desperation that he had much ado to control his impulse to rise and leave the house. Her hand lay loosely curled upon the table. He seized it and grasped it firmly as if to make sure of her existence and of his own. "Beca... | Night And Day |
This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. | No speaker | I m in love with."<|quote|>This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration.</|quote|>"Rodney seems to know his | believe that that s what I m in love with."<|quote|>This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration.</|quote|>"Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he | than yours, because it hasn t anything to do with facts. It s an hallucination, pure and simple an intoxication.... One can be in love with pure reason?" she hazarded. "Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with."<|quote|>This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisf... | replied. In order to explain to her his state of mind, Ralph recounted his experience with the photograph, the letter, and the flower picked at Kew. She listened very seriously. "And then you went raving about the streets," she mused. "Well, it s bad enough. But my state is worse than yours, because it hasn t anything ... | what you ve said, I can hardly trust you unless you ll unsay what you ve said?" "Very well. I m not in love with you." "But I think you _are_ in love with me.... As I am with you," she added casually enough. "At least," she said slipping her ring back to its old position, "what other word describes the state we re in?"... | was absent from his voice, and she had merely to shake her head very slightly for him to drop her hand and turn away in shame at his own impotence. He thought that she had detected his wish to leave her. She had discerned the break in his resolution, the blankness in the heart of his vision. It was true that he had bee... | I do see," she went on quickly, changing her position and frowning again, "heaps of things, only not you." "Tell me what you see," he urged. But she could not reduce her vision to words, since it was no single shape colored upon the dark, but rather a general excitement, an atmosphere, which, when she tried to visualiz... | "As far as I understand you but what should you advise me to do with this ring?" she asked, holding it out. "I should advise you to let me keep it for you," he replied, in the same tone of half-humorous gravity. "After what you ve said, I can hardly trust you unless you ll unsay what you ve said?" "Very well. I m not i... | Night And Day |
"Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," | Ralph Denham | accuse her of fanciful exaggeration.<|quote|>"Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough,"</|quote|>he said almost bitterly. The | past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration.<|quote|>"Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough,"</|quote|>he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had | "Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration.<|quote|>"Rodney seems to... | "And then you went raving about the streets," she mused. "Well, it s bad enough. But my state is worse than yours, because it hasn t anything to do with facts. It s an hallucination, pure and simple an intoxication.... One can be in love with pure reason?" she hazarded. "Because if you re in love with a vision, I belie... | _are_ in love with me.... As I am with you," she added casually enough. "At least," she said slipping her ring back to its old position, "what other word describes the state we re in?" She looked at him gravely and inquiringly, as if in search of help. "It s when I m with you that I doubt it, not when I m alone," he st... | He thought that she had detected his wish to leave her. She had discerned the break in his resolution, the blankness in the heart of his vision. It was true that he had been happier out in the street, thinking of her, than now that he was in the same room with her. He looked at her with a guilty expression on his face.... | reduce her vision to words, since it was no single shape colored upon the dark, but rather a general excitement, an atmosphere, which, when she tried to visualize it, took form as a wind scouring the flanks of northern hills and flashing light upon cornfields and pools. "Impossible," she sighed, laughing at the ridicul... | lay loosely curled upon the table. He seized it and grasped it firmly as if to make sure of her existence and of his own. "Because I love you, Katharine," he said. Some roundness or warmth essential to that statement was absent from his voice, and she had merely to shake her head very slightly for him to drop her hand ... | Night And Day |
he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. | No speaker | his own mind well enough,"<|quote|>he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs.</|quote|>"Cassandra never doubted for a | exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough,"<|quote|>he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs.</|quote|>"Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she glanced | I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough,"<|quote|>he said a... | mused. "Well, it s bad enough. But my state is worse than yours, because it hasn t anything to do with facts. It s an hallucination, pure and simple an intoxication.... One can be in love with pure reason?" she hazarded. "Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclu... | you," she added casually enough. "At least," she said slipping her ring back to its old position, "what other word describes the state we re in?" She looked at him gravely and inquiringly, as if in search of help. "It s when I m with you that I doubt it, not when I m alone," he stated. "So I thought," she replied. In o... | leave her. She had discerned the break in his resolution, the blankness in the heart of his vision. It was true that he had been happier out in the street, thinking of her, than now that he was in the same room with her. He looked at her with a guilty expression on his face. But her look expressed neither disappointmen... | single shape colored upon the dark, but rather a general excitement, an atmosphere, which, when she tried to visualize it, took form as a wind scouring the flanks of northern hills and flashing light upon cornfields and pools. "Impossible," she sighed, laughing at the ridiculous notion of putting any part of this into ... | exposed to him. The sight roused in him such desperation that he had much ado to control his impulse to rise and leave the house. Her hand lay loosely curled upon the table. He seized it and grasped it firmly as if to make sure of her existence and of his own. "Because I love you, Katharine," he said. Some roundness or... | Night And Day |
"Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" | Katharine Hilbery | love of the two upstairs.<|quote|>"Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we"</|quote|>she glanced at him as | express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs.<|quote|>"Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we"</|quote|>she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, | the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs.<|quote|>"Cassandra never doubted fo... | intoxication.... One can be in love with pure reason?" she hazarded. "Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he co... | gravely and inquiringly, as if in search of help. "It s when I m with you that I doubt it, not when I m alone," he stated. "So I thought," she replied. In order to explain to her his state of mind, Ralph recounted his experience with the photograph, the letter, and the flower picked at Kew. She listened very seriously.... | thinking of her, than now that he was in the same room with her. He looked at her with a guilty expression on his face. But her look expressed neither disappointment nor reproach. Her pose was easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring upon the polished table. De... | hills and flashing light upon cornfields and pools. "Impossible," she sighed, laughing at the ridiculous notion of putting any part of this into words. "Try, Katharine," Ralph urged her. "But I can t I m talking a sort of nonsense the sort of nonsense one talks to oneself." She was dismayed by the expression of longing... | was in the same room with her. He looked at her with a guilty expression on his face. But her look expressed neither disappointment nor reproach. Her pose was easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring upon the polished table. Denham forgot his despair in wonderi... | Night And Day |
she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, | No speaker | for a moment. But we"<|quote|>she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position,</|quote|>"we see each other only | two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we"<|quote|>she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position,</|quote|>"we see each other only now and then" "Like lights | of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we"<|quote|>she glanced at him as i... | reason?" she hazarded. "Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "... | help. "It s when I m with you that I doubt it, not when I m alone," he stated. "So I thought," she replied. In order to explain to her his state of mind, Ralph recounted his experience with the photograph, the letter, and the flower picked at Kew. She listened very seriously. "And then you went raving about the streets... | in the same room with her. He looked at her with a guilty expression on his face. But her look expressed neither disappointment nor reproach. Her pose was easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring upon the polished table. Denham forgot his despair in wondering w... | "Impossible," she sighed, laughing at the ridiculous notion of putting any part of this into words. "Try, Katharine," Ralph urged her. "But I can t I m talking a sort of nonsense the sort of nonsense one talks to oneself." She was dismayed by the expression of longing and despair upon his face. "I was thinking about a ... | as if to make sure of her existence and of his own. "Because I love you, Katharine," he said. Some roundness or warmth essential to that statement was absent from his voice, and she had merely to shake her head very slightly for him to drop her hand and turn away in shame at his own impotence. He thought that she had d... | Night And Day |
"we see each other only now and then" | Katharine Hilbery | if to ascertain his position,<|quote|>"we see each other only now and then"</|quote|>"Like lights in a storm" | she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position,<|quote|>"we see each other only now and then"</|quote|>"Like lights in a storm" "In the midst of a | well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position,<|quote|>"we see each other only now and ... | a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said... | doubt it, not when I m alone," he stated. "So I thought," she replied. In order to explain to her his state of mind, Ralph recounted his experience with the photograph, the letter, and the flower picked at Kew. She listened very seriously. "And then you went raving about the streets," she mused. "Well, it s bad enough.... | with a guilty expression on his face. But her look expressed neither disappointment nor reproach. Her pose was easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring upon the polished table. Denham forgot his despair in wondering what thoughts now occupied her. "You don t be... | any part of this into words. "Try, Katharine," Ralph urged her. "But I can t I m talking a sort of nonsense the sort of nonsense one talks to oneself." She was dismayed by the expression of longing and despair upon his face. "I was thinking about a mountain in the North of England," she attempted. "It s too silly I won... | section of her was exposed to him. The sight roused in him such desperation that he had much ado to control his impulse to rise and leave the house. Her hand lay loosely curled upon the table. He seized it and grasped it firmly as if to make sure of her existence and of his own. "Because I love you, Katharine," he said... | Night And Day |
"Like lights in a storm" | Ralph Denham | other only now and then"<|quote|>"Like lights in a storm"</|quote|>"In the midst of a | his position, "we see each other only now and then"<|quote|>"Like lights in a storm"</|quote|>"In the midst of a hurricane," she concluded, as the | which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, "we see each other only now and then"<|quote|>"Like lights in a storm"</|quote|>"In the mi... | I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which ha... | stated. "So I thought," she replied. In order to explain to her his state of mind, Ralph recounted his experience with the photograph, the letter, and the flower picked at Kew. She listened very seriously. "And then you went raving about the streets," she mused. "Well, it s bad enough. But my state is worse than yours,... | her look expressed neither disappointment nor reproach. Her pose was easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring upon the polished table. Denham forgot his despair in wondering what thoughts now occupied her. "You don t believe me?" he said. His tone was humble, a... | Ralph urged her. "But I can t I m talking a sort of nonsense the sort of nonsense one talks to oneself." She was dismayed by the expression of longing and despair upon his face. "I was thinking about a mountain in the North of England," she attempted. "It s too silly I won t go on." "We were there together?" he pressed... | been happier out in the street, thinking of her, than now that he was in the same room with her. He looked at her with a guilty expression on his face. But her look expressed neither disappointment nor reproach. Her pose was easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ... | Night And Day |
"In the midst of a hurricane," | Katharine Hilbery | "Like lights in a storm"<|quote|>"In the midst of a hurricane,"</|quote|>she concluded, as the window | other only now and then" "Like lights in a storm"<|quote|>"In the midst of a hurricane,"</|quote|>she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of | begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, "we see each other only now and then" "Like lights in a storm"<|quote|>"In the midst of a hurricane,"</|quote|>she c... | This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now b... | replied. In order to explain to her his state of mind, Ralph recounted his experience with the photograph, the letter, and the flower picked at Kew. She listened very seriously. "And then you went raving about the streets," she mused. "Well, it s bad enough. But my state is worse than yours, because it hasn t anything ... | nor reproach. Her pose was easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring upon the polished table. Denham forgot his despair in wondering what thoughts now occupied her. "You don t believe me?" he said. His tone was humble, and made her smile at him. "As far as I und... | can t I m talking a sort of nonsense the sort of nonsense one talks to oneself." She was dismayed by the expression of longing and despair upon his face. "I was thinking about a mountain in the North of England," she attempted. "It s too silly I won t go on." "We were there together?" he pressed her. "No. I was alone."... | "Because I love you, Katharine," he said. Some roundness or warmth essential to that statement was absent from his voice, and she had merely to shake her head very slightly for him to drop her hand and turn away in shame at his own impotence. He thought that she had detected his wish to leave her. She had discerned the... | Night And Day |
she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind. They listened to the sound in silence. Here the door opened with considerable hesitation, and Mrs. Hilbery s head appeared, at first with an air of caution, but having made sure that she had admitted herself to the dining-room and not to some more unu... | No speaker | the midst of a hurricane,"<|quote|>she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind. They listened to the sound in silence. Here the door opened with considerable hesitation, and Mrs. Hilbery s head appeared, at first with an air of caution, but having made sure that she had admitted herself to the d... | lights in a storm" "In the midst of a hurricane,"<|quote|>she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind. They listened to the sound in silence. Here the door opened with considerable hesitation, and Mrs. Hilbery s head appeared, at first with an air of caution, but having made sure that she had ad... | Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, "we see each other only now and then" "Like lights in a storm" "In the midst of a hurricane,"<|quote|>she concluded, as the window shook beneath th... | unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to e... | her his state of mind, Ralph recounted his experience with the photograph, the letter, and the flower picked at Kew. She listened very seriously. "And then you went raving about the streets," she mused. "Well, it s bad enough. But my state is worse than yours, because it hasn t anything to do with facts. It s an halluc... | and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring upon the polished table. Denham forgot his despair in wondering what thoughts now occupied her. "You don t believe me?" he said. His tone was humble, and made her smile at him. "As far as I understand you but what should you a... | sort of nonsense the sort of nonsense one talks to oneself." She was dismayed by the expression of longing and despair upon his face. "I was thinking about a mountain in the North of England," she attempted. "It s too silly I won t go on." "We were there together?" he pressed her. "No. I was alone." She seemed to be di... | and leave the house. Her hand lay loosely curled upon the table. He seized it and grasped it firmly as if to make sure of her existence and of his own. "Because I love you, Katharine," he said. Some roundness or warmth essential to that statement was absent from his voice, and she had merely to shake her head very slig... | Night And Day |
"Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr." | Mrs. Hilbery | thought fit to indulge in.<|quote|>"Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr."</|quote|>she was at a loss, | unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in.<|quote|>"Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr."</|quote|>she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, | she came completely inside and seemed in no way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in.<|quote|>"Please don t let me inter... | pressure of the wind. They listened to the sound in silence. Here the door opened with considerable hesitation, and Mrs. Hilbery s head appeared, at first with an air of caution, but having made sure that she had admitted herself to the dining-room and not to some more unusual region, she came completely inside and see... | of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassa... | you ve said?" "Very well. I m not in love with you." "But I think you _are_ in love with me.... As I am with you," she added casually enough. "At least," she said slipping her ring back to its old position, "what other word describes the state we re in?" She looked at him gravely and inquiringly, as if in search of hel... | You have yours too?" "You re with me in mine. You re the thing I make up, you see." "Oh, I see," she sighed. "That s why it s so impossible." She turned upon him almost fiercely. "You must try to stop it," she said. "I won t," he replied roughly, "because I" He stopped. He realized that the moment had come to impart th... | to leave her. She had discerned the break in his resolution, the blankness in the heart of his vision. It was true that he had been happier out in the street, thinking of her, than now that he was in the same room with her. He looked at her with a guilty expression on his face. But her look expressed neither disappoint... | Night And Day |
she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. | No speaker | let me interrupt you, Mr."<|quote|>she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him.</|quote|>"I hope you ve found | indulge in. "Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr."<|quote|>she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him.</|quote|>"I hope you ve found something nice to read," she | way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in. "Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr."<|quote|>she was at a loss, as usual, ... | sound in silence. Here the door opened with considerable hesitation, and Mrs. Hilbery s head appeared, at first with an air of caution, but having made sure that she had admitted herself to the dining-room and not to some more unusual region, she came completely inside and seemed in no way taken aback by the sight she ... | he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she gla... | in love with you." "But I think you _are_ in love with me.... As I am with you," she added casually enough. "At least," she said slipping her ring back to its old position, "what other word describes the state we re in?" She looked at him gravely and inquiringly, as if in search of help. "It s when I m with you that I ... | in mine. You re the thing I make up, you see." "Oh, I see," she sighed. "That s why it s so impossible." She turned upon him almost fiercely. "You must try to stop it," she said. "I won t," he replied roughly, "because I" He stopped. He realized that the moment had come to impart that news of the utmost importance whic... | should advise you to let me keep it for you," he replied, in the same tone of half-humorous gravity. "After what you ve said, I can hardly trust you unless you ll unsay what you ve said?" "Very well. I m not in love with you." "But I think you _are_ in love with me.... As I am with you," she added casually enough. "At ... | Night And Day |
"I hope you ve found something nice to read," | Mrs. Hilbery | she did not recognize him.<|quote|>"I hope you ve found something nice to read,"</|quote|>she added, pointing to the | name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him.<|quote|>"I hope you ve found something nice to read,"</|quote|>she added, pointing to the book upon the table. "Byron | which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in. "Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr." she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him.<|quote|>"I hope you ve found so... | an air of caution, but having made sure that she had admitted herself to the dining-room and not to some more unusual region, she came completely inside and seemed in no way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running i... | almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, "we see each other only now and then" "Like lights in a storm"... | added casually enough. "At least," she said slipping her ring back to its old position, "what other word describes the state we re in?" She looked at him gravely and inquiringly, as if in search of help. "It s when I m with you that I doubt it, not when I m alone," he stated. "So I thought," she replied. In order to ex... | it s so impossible." She turned upon him almost fiercely. "You must try to stop it," she said. "I won t," he replied roughly, "because I" He stopped. He realized that the moment had come to impart that news of the utmost importance which he had tried to impart to Mary Datchet, to Rodney upon the Embankment, to the drun... | was easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring upon the polished table. Denham forgot his despair in wondering what thoughts now occupied her. "You don t believe me?" he said. His tone was humble, and made her smile at him. "As far as I understand you but what sh... | Night And Day |
she added, pointing to the book upon the table. | No speaker | found something nice to read,"<|quote|>she added, pointing to the book upon the table.</|quote|>"Byron ah, Byron. I ve | him. "I hope you ve found something nice to read,"<|quote|>she added, pointing to the book upon the table.</|quote|>"Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord | one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in. "Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr." she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. "I hope you ve found something nice to read,"<|quote|>she added, pointing to the book upon the... | she had admitted herself to the dining-room and not to some more unusual region, she came completely inside and seemed in no way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonie... | begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, "we see each other only now and then" "Like lights in a storm" "In the midst of a hurricane," she concluded, as the ... | ring back to its old position, "what other word describes the state we re in?" She looked at him gravely and inquiringly, as if in search of help. "It s when I m with you that I doubt it, not when I m alone," he stated. "So I thought," she replied. In order to explain to her his state of mind, Ralph recounted his exper... | fiercely. "You must try to stop it," she said. "I won t," he replied roughly, "because I" He stopped. He realized that the moment had come to impart that news of the utmost importance which he had tried to impart to Mary Datchet, to Rodney upon the Embankment, to the drunken tramp upon the seat. How should he offer it ... | pure and simple an intoxication.... One can be in love with pure reason?" she hazarded. "Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the p... | Night And Day |
"Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byron," | Mrs. Hilbery | the book upon the table.<|quote|>"Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byron,"</|quote|>she said. Katharine, who had | read," she added, pointing to the book upon the table.<|quote|>"Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byron,"</|quote|>she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could | thought fit to indulge in. "Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr." she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. "I hope you ve found something nice to read," she added, pointing to the book upon the table.<|quote|>"Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byr... | to some more unusual region, she came completely inside and seemed in no way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in. "Plea... | express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, "we see each other only now and then" "Like lights in a storm" "In the midst of a hurricane," she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind. T... | describes the state we re in?" She looked at him gravely and inquiringly, as if in search of help. "It s when I m with you that I doubt it, not when I m alone," he stated. "So I thought," she replied. In order to explain to her his state of mind, Ralph recounted his experience with the photograph, the letter, and the f... | "I won t," he replied roughly, "because I" He stopped. He realized that the moment had come to impart that news of the utmost importance which he had tried to impart to Mary Datchet, to Rodney upon the Embankment, to the drunken tramp upon the seat. How should he offer it to Katharine? He looked quickly at her. He saw ... | it hasn t anything to do with facts. It s an hallucination, pure and simple an intoxication.... One can be in love with pure reason?" she hazarded. "Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after t... | Night And Day |
she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could not help smiling at the thought that her mother found it perfectly natural and desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition that was so convenient, and felt tende... | No speaker | people who knew Lord Byron,"<|quote|>she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could not help smiling at the thought that her mother found it perfectly natural and desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition t... | ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byron,"<|quote|>she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could not help smiling at the thought that her mother found it perfectly natural and desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She b... | you, Mr." she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. "I hope you ve found something nice to read," she added, pointing to the book upon the table. "Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byron,"<|quote|>she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion,... | in no way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in. "Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr." she was at a loss, as usual, fo... | never doubted for a moment. But we" she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, "we see each other only now and then" "Like lights in a storm" "In the midst of a hurricane," she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind. They listened to the sound in silence. Here the door opened with cons... | and inquiringly, as if in search of help. "It s when I m with you that I doubt it, not when I m alone," he stated. "So I thought," she replied. In order to explain to her his state of mind, Ralph recounted his experience with the photograph, the letter, and the flower picked at Kew. She listened very seriously. "And th... | realized that the moment had come to impart that news of the utmost importance which he had tried to impart to Mary Datchet, to Rodney upon the Embankment, to the drunken tramp upon the seat. How should he offer it to Katharine? He looked quickly at her. He saw that she was only half attentive to him; only a section of... | vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said a... | Night And Day |
"My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" | Katharine Hilbery | was not reading a word.<|quote|>"My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?"</|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in | close to her eyes she was not reading a word.<|quote|>"My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?"</|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute | dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition that was so convenient, and felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word.<|quote|>"My dear mother, why aren... | the book upon the table. "Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byron," she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could not help smiling at the thought that her mother found it perfectly natural and desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a ... | to the dining-room and not to some more unusual region, she came completely inside and seemed in no way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thoug... | hasn t anything to do with facts. It s an hallucination, pure and simple an intoxication.... One can be in love with pure reason?" she hazarded. "Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the ... | and leave the house. Her hand lay loosely curled upon the table. He seized it and grasped it firmly as if to make sure of her existence and of his own. "Because I love you, Katharine," he said. Some roundness or warmth essential to that statement was absent from his voice, and she had merely to shake her head very slig... | and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, "we see each other only now and then" "Like lights in a storm" "In the midst of a hurricane," she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind. They listened to t... | Night And Day |
Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. | No speaker | aren t you in bed?"<|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense.</|quote|>"Why are you wandering about?" | word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?"<|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense.</|quote|>"Why are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should | man. She blessed a disposition that was so convenient, and felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?"<|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, changing astonis... | ve known people who knew Lord Byron," she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could not help smiling at the thought that her mother found it perfectly natural and desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition ... | region, she came completely inside and seemed in no way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in. "Please don t let me inter... | an hallucination, pure and simple an intoxication.... One can be in love with pure reason?" she hazarded. "Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own senti... | upon the table. He seized it and grasped it firmly as if to make sure of her existence and of his own. "Because I love you, Katharine," he said. Some roundness or warmth essential to that statement was absent from his voice, and she had merely to shake her head very slightly for him to drop her hand and turn away in sh... | of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassa... | Night And Day |
"Why are you wandering about?" | Katharine Hilbery | condition of authoritative good sense.<|quote|>"Why are you wandering about?"</|quote|>"I m sure I should | a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense.<|quote|>"Why are you wandering about?"</|quote|>"I m sure I should like your poetry better than | s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense.<|quote|>"Why are you wandering ... | help smiling at the thought that her mother found it perfectly natural and desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition that was so convenient, and felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralp... | seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in. "Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr." she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did n... | if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own min... | and of his own. "Because I love you, Katharine," he said. Some roundness or warmth essential to that statement was absent from his voice, and she had merely to shake her head very slightly for him to drop her hand and turn away in shame at his own impotence. He thought that she had detected his wish to leave her. She h... | "So I thought," she replied. In order to explain to her his state of mind, Ralph recounted his experience with the photograph, the letter, and the flower picked at Kew. She listened very seriously. "And then you went raving about the streets," she mused. "Well, it s bad enough. But my state is worse than yours, because... | Night And Day |
"I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," | Mrs. Hilbery | "Why are you wandering about?"<|quote|>"I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph | condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering about?"<|quote|>"I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t | that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering about?"<|quote|>"I m sure I should like your ... | that her mother found it perfectly natural and desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition that was so convenient, and felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs... | some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in. "Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr." she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. "I hope y... | with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he... | I love you, Katharine," he said. Some roundness or warmth essential to that statement was absent from his voice, and she had merely to shake her head very slightly for him to drop her hand and turn away in shame at his own impotence. He thought that she had detected his wish to leave her. She had discerned the break in... | his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassandr... | Night And Day |
said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. | No speaker | I like Lord Byron s,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham.</|quote|>"Mr. Denham doesn t write | like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham.</|quote|>"Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles | reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ral... | Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition that was so convenient, and felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why... | of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in. "Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr." she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. "I hope you ve found something nice to read," she added, pointing to the book upon the table. "Byr... | conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun ... | absent from his voice, and she had merely to shake her head very slightly for him to drop her hand and turn away in shame at his own impotence. He thought that she had detected his wish to leave her. She had discerned the break in his resolution, the blankness in the heart of his vision. It was true that he had been ha... | love with you." "But I think you _are_ in love with me.... As I am with you," she added casually enough. "At least," she said slipping her ring back to its old position, "what other word describes the state we re in?" She looked at him gravely and inquiringly, as if in search of help. "It s when I m with you that I dou... | Night And Day |
"Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review," | Katharine Hilbery | Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham.<|quote|>"Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review,"</|quote|>Katharine said, as if prompting | like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham.<|quote|>"Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review,"</|quote|>Katharine said, as if prompting her memory. "Oh dear! How | why aren t you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham.<|quote|>"Mr. Denham doesn t wr... | night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition that was so convenient, and felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" Katharine ex... | other people thought fit to indulge in. "Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr." she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. "I hope you ve found something nice to read," she added, pointing to the book upon the table. "Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lor... | to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy... | had merely to shake her head very slightly for him to drop her hand and turn away in shame at his own impotence. He thought that she had detected his wish to leave her. She had discerned the break in his resolution, the blankness in the heart of his vision. It was true that he had been happier out in the street, thinki... | its old position, "what other word describes the state we re in?" She looked at him gravely and inquiringly, as if in search of help. "It s when I m with you that I doubt it, not when I m alone," he stated. "So I thought," she replied. In order to explain to her his state of mind, Ralph recounted his experience with th... | Night And Day |
Katharine said, as if prompting her memory. | No speaker | for father, for the Review,"<|quote|>Katharine said, as if prompting her memory.</|quote|>"Oh dear! How dull!" Mrs. | poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review,"<|quote|>Katharine said, as if prompting her memory.</|quote|>"Oh dear! How dull!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden | minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review,"<|quote|>Katharine said, as if... | and felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of autho... | she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. "I hope you ve found something nice to read," she added, pointing to the book upon the table. "Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byron," she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could not help sm... | he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she gla... | turn away in shame at his own impotence. He thought that she had detected his wish to leave her. She had discerned the break in his resolution, the blankness in the heart of his vision. It was true that he had been happier out in the street, thinking of her, than now that he was in the same room with her. He looked at ... | the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, "we see each other only now and then" "Like lights in a storm" "In the midst of a hurricane," she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind. They listened to the sound in silence. H... | Night And Day |
"Oh dear! How dull!" | Mrs. Hilbery | as if prompting her memory.<|quote|>"Oh dear! How dull!"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a | for the Review," Katharine said, as if prompting her memory.<|quote|>"Oh dear! How dull!"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that rather puzzled | good sense. "Why are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review," Katharine said, as if prompting her memory.<|quote|>"Oh dear! How dull!"</|q... | her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wanderi... | for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. "I hope you ve found something nice to read," she added, pointing to the book upon the table. "Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byron," she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could not help smiling at the thought that her... | exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she glanced at him as if to ascertain his p... | impotence. He thought that she had detected his wish to leave her. She had discerned the break in his resolution, the blankness in the heart of his vision. It was true that he had been happier out in the street, thinking of her, than now that he was in the same room with her. He looked at her with a guilty expression o... | after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that rather puzzled her daughter. Ralph found that she had turned upon him a gaze that was at once very vague and very penetrating. | No speaker | memory. "Oh dear! How dull!"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that rather puzzled her daughter. Ralph found that she had turned upon him a gaze that was at once very vague and very penetrating.</|quote|>"But I m sure you | said, as if prompting her memory. "Oh dear! How dull!"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that rather puzzled her daughter. Ralph found that she had turned upon him a gaze that was at once very vague and very penetrating.</|quote|>"But I m sure you read poetry at night. I | you wandering about?" "I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review," Katharine said, as if prompting her memory. "Oh dear! How dull!"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, ... | But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should... | Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. "I hope you ve found something nice to read," she added, pointing to the book upon the table. "Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byron," she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could not help smiling at the thought that her mother found it p... | know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, "we see each other onl... | she had detected his wish to leave her. She had discerned the break in his resolution, the blankness in the heart of his vision. It was true that he had been happier out in the street, thinking of her, than now that he was in the same room with her. He looked at her with a guilty expression on his face. But her look ex... | head appeared, at first with an air of caution, but having made sure that she had admitted herself to the dining-room and not to some more unusual region, she came completely inside and seemed in no way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasant... | Night And Day |
"But I m sure you read poetry at night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes," | Mrs. Hilbery | very vague and very penetrating.<|quote|>"But I m sure you read poetry at night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes,"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The | gaze that was at once very vague and very penetrating.<|quote|>"But I m sure you read poetry at night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes,"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The windows of the soul," she | has written articles for father, for the Review," Katharine said, as if prompting her memory. "Oh dear! How dull!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that rather puzzled her daughter. Ralph found that she had turned upon him a gaze that was at once very vague and very penetrating.<|quote|>"But I m sure you rea... | exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for fa... | known people who knew Lord Byron," she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could not help smiling at the thought that her mother found it perfectly natural and desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition tha... | love of the two upstairs. "Cassandra never doubted for a moment. But we" she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, "we see each other only now and then" "Like lights in a storm" "In the midst of a hurricane," she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind. They listened to the sound in si... | happier out in the street, thinking of her, than now that he was in the same room with her. He looked at her with a guilty expression on his face. But her look expressed neither disappointment nor reproach. Her pose was easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring ... | t anything to do with facts. It s an hallucination, pure and simple an intoxication.... One can be in love with pure reason?" she hazarded. "Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the aston... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" | No speaker | the expression of the eyes,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued. ("</|quote|>"The windows of the soul," | night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued. ("</|quote|>"The windows of the soul," she added parenthetically.) "I don | dull!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that rather puzzled her daughter. Ralph found that she had turned upon him a gaze that was at once very vague and very penetrating. "But I m sure you read poetry at night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes,"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery continued. ("</|quote|>"The w... | are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review," Katharine said, as if prompting her memory. "Oh dear! How dull!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with... | smiling at the thought that her mother found it perfectly natural and desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition that was so convenient, and felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph obs... | if to ascertain his position, "we see each other only now and then" "Like lights in a storm" "In the midst of a hurricane," she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind. They listened to the sound in silence. Here the door opened with considerable hesitation, and Mrs. Hilbery s head appeared, at ... | her. He looked at her with a guilty expression on his face. But her look expressed neither disappointment nor reproach. Her pose was easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring upon the polished table. Denham forgot his despair in wondering what thoughts now occup... | ve known people who knew Lord Byron," she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could not help smiling at the thought that her mother found it perfectly natural and desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition ... | Night And Day |
"The windows of the soul," | Mrs. Hilbery | eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. ("<|quote|>"The windows of the soul,"</|quote|>she added parenthetically.) "I don | by the expression of the eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. ("<|quote|>"The windows of the soul,"</|quote|>she added parenthetically.) "I don t know much about the | with a sudden laugh that rather puzzled her daughter. Ralph found that she had turned upon him a gaze that was at once very vague and very penetrating. "But I m sure you read poetry at night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. ("<|quote|>"The windows of the soul,"</|quote|>she added ... | "I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review," Katharine said, as if prompting her memory. "Oh dear! How dull!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that rathe... | that her mother found it perfectly natural and desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition that was so convenient, and felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs... | position, "we see each other only now and then" "Like lights in a storm" "In the midst of a hurricane," she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind. They listened to the sound in silence. Here the door opened with considerable hesitation, and Mrs. Hilbery s head appeared, at first with an air of... | her with a guilty expression on his face. But her look expressed neither disappointment nor reproach. Her pose was easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring upon the polished table. Denham forgot his despair in wondering what thoughts now occupied her. "You don ... | a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. "I hope you ve found something nice to read," she added, pointing to the book upon the table. "Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byron," she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could not help smiling at th... | Night And Day |
she added parenthetically.) | No speaker | "The windows of the soul,"<|quote|>she added parenthetically.)</|quote|>"I don t know much | eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The windows of the soul,"<|quote|>she added parenthetically.)</|quote|>"I don t know much about the law," she went | rather puzzled her daughter. Ralph found that she had turned upon him a gaze that was at once very vague and very penetrating. "But I m sure you read poetry at night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The windows of the soul,"<|quote|>she added parenthetically.)</|quote|>"I don ... | like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review," Katharine said, as if prompting her memory. "Oh dear! How dull!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that rather puzzled her daugh... | perfectly natural and desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition that was so convenient, and felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book s... | only now and then" "Like lights in a storm" "In the midst of a hurricane," she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind. They listened to the sound in silence. Here the door opened with considerable hesitation, and Mrs. Hilbery s head appeared, at first with an air of caution, but having made sur... | on his face. But her look expressed neither disappointment nor reproach. Her pose was easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring upon the polished table. Denham forgot his despair in wondering what thoughts now occupied her. "You don t believe me?" he said. His t... | Hilbery s head appeared, at first with an air of caution, but having made sure that she had admitted herself to the dining-room and not to some more unusual region, she came completely inside and seemed in no way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupte... | Night And Day |
"I don t know much about the law," | Mrs. Hilbery | the soul," she added parenthetically.)<|quote|>"I don t know much about the law,"</|quote|>she went on, "though many | continued. (" "The windows of the soul," she added parenthetically.)<|quote|>"I don t know much about the law,"</|quote|>she went on, "though many of my relations were lawyers. | daughter. Ralph found that she had turned upon him a gaze that was at once very vague and very penetrating. "But I m sure you read poetry at night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The windows of the soul," she added parenthetically.)<|quote|>"I don t know much about the law,"<... | better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review," Katharine said, as if prompting her memory. "Oh dear! How dull!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that rather puzzled her daughter. Ralph found ... | desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition that was so convenient, and felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes sh... | then" "Like lights in a storm" "In the midst of a hurricane," she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind. They listened to the sound in silence. Here the door opened with considerable hesitation, and Mrs. Hilbery s head appeared, at first with an air of caution, but having made sure that she ha... | But her look expressed neither disappointment nor reproach. Her pose was easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring upon the polished table. Denham forgot his despair in wondering what thoughts now occupied her. "You don t believe me?" he said. His tone was humbl... | fit to indulge in. "Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr." she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. "I hope you ve found something nice to read," she added, pointing to the book upon the table. "Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byron," she said. K... | Night And Day |
she went on, | No speaker | know much about the law,"<|quote|>she went on,</|quote|>"though many of my relations | added parenthetically.) "I don t know much about the law,"<|quote|>she went on,</|quote|>"though many of my relations were lawyers. Some of them | him a gaze that was at once very vague and very penetrating. "But I m sure you read poetry at night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The windows of the soul," she added parenthetically.) "I don t know much about the law,"<|quote|>she went on,</|quote|>"though many of my relati... | Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review," Katharine said, as if prompting her memory. "Oh dear! How dull!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that rather puzzled her daughter. Ralph found that she had turned upon him a gaze tha... | in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition that was so convenient, and felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren ... | midst of a hurricane," she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind. They listened to the sound in silence. Here the door opened with considerable hesitation, and Mrs. Hilbery s head appeared, at first with an air of caution, but having made sure that she had admitted herself to the dining-room a... | Her pose was easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring upon the polished table. Denham forgot his despair in wondering what thoughts now occupied her. "You don t believe me?" he said. His tone was humble, and made her smile at him. "As far as I understand you bu... | not to some more unusual region, she came completely inside and seemed in no way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in. "... | Night And Day |
"though many of my relations were lawyers. Some of them looked very handsome, too, in their wigs. But I think I do know a little about poetry," | Mrs. Hilbery | the law," she went on,<|quote|>"though many of my relations were lawyers. Some of them looked very handsome, too, in their wigs. But I think I do know a little about poetry,"</|quote|>she added. "And all the | don t know much about the law," she went on,<|quote|>"though many of my relations were lawyers. Some of them looked very handsome, too, in their wigs. But I think I do know a little about poetry,"</|quote|>she added. "And all the things that aren t written | that was at once very vague and very penetrating. "But I m sure you read poetry at night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The windows of the soul," she added parenthetically.) "I don t know much about the law," she went on,<|quote|>"though many of my relations were lawyers. So... | Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review," Katharine said, as if prompting her memory. "Oh dear! How dull!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that rather puzzled her daughter. Ralph found that she had turned upon him a gaze that was at once very vague ... | late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition that was so convenient, and felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" Kath... | hurricane," she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind. They listened to the sound in silence. Here the door opened with considerable hesitation, and Mrs. Hilbery s head appeared, at first with an air of caution, but having made sure that she had admitted herself to the dining-room and not to s... | easy, and she seemed to give effect to a mood of quiet speculation by the spinning of her ruby ring upon the polished table. Denham forgot his despair in wondering what thoughts now occupied her. "You don t believe me?" he said. His tone was humble, and made her smile at him. "As far as I understand you but what should... | because it hasn t anything to do with facts. It s an hallucination, pure and simple an intoxication.... One can be in love with pure reason?" she hazarded. "Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but... | Night And Day |
she added. | No speaker | know a little about poetry,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"And all the things that | But I think I do know a little about poetry,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"And all the things that aren t written down, but | Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The windows of the soul," she added parenthetically.) "I don t know much about the law," she went on, "though many of my relations were lawyers. Some of them looked very handsome, too, in their wigs. But I think I do know a little about poetry,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"And all the thing... | dull!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that rather puzzled her daughter. Ralph found that she had turned upon him a gaze that was at once very vague and very penetrating. "But I m sure you read poetry at night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The windows of the sou... | eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering about?" "I... | and Mrs. Hilbery s head appeared, at first with an air of caution, but having made sure that she had admitted herself to the dining-room and not to some more unusual region, she came completely inside and seemed in no way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was i... | despair in wondering what thoughts now occupied her. "You don t believe me?" he said. His tone was humble, and made her smile at him. "As far as I understand you but what should you advise me to do with this ring?" she asked, holding it out. "I should advise you to let me keep it for you," he replied, in the same tone ... | felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authorita... | Night And Day |
"And all the things that aren t written down, but but" | Mrs. Hilbery | little about poetry," she added.<|quote|>"And all the things that aren t written down, but but"</|quote|>She waved her hand, as | think I do know a little about poetry," she added.<|quote|>"And all the things that aren t written down, but but"</|quote|>She waved her hand, as if to indicate the wealth | continued. (" "The windows of the soul," she added parenthetically.) "I don t know much about the law," she went on, "though many of my relations were lawyers. Some of them looked very handsome, too, in their wigs. But I think I do know a little about poetry," she added.<|quote|>"And all the things that aren t written ... | Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that rather puzzled her daughter. Ralph found that she had turned upon him a gaze that was at once very vague and very penetrating. "But I m sure you read poetry at night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The windows of the soul," she adde... | Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should lik... | Hilbery s head appeared, at first with an air of caution, but having made sure that she had admitted herself to the dining-room and not to some more unusual region, she came completely inside and seemed in no way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupte... | wondering what thoughts now occupied her. "You don t believe me?" he said. His tone was humble, and made her smile at him. "As far as I understand you but what should you advise me to do with this ring?" she asked, holding it out. "I should advise you to let me keep it for you," he replied, in the same tone of half-hum... | towards her mother and her mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sens... | Night And Day |
She waved her hand, as if to indicate the wealth of unwritten poetry all about them. | No speaker | t written down, but but"<|quote|>She waved her hand, as if to indicate the wealth of unwritten poetry all about them.</|quote|>"The night and the stars, | all the things that aren t written down, but but"<|quote|>She waved her hand, as if to indicate the wealth of unwritten poetry all about them.</|quote|>"The night and the stars, the dawn coming up, the | don t know much about the law," she went on, "though many of my relations were lawyers. Some of them looked very handsome, too, in their wigs. But I think I do know a little about poetry," she added. "And all the things that aren t written down, but but"<|quote|>She waved her hand, as if to indicate the wealth of unwri... | Ralph found that she had turned upon him a gaze that was at once very vague and very penetrating. "But I m sure you read poetry at night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The windows of the soul," she added parenthetically.) "I don t know much about the law," she went on, "thou... | to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery... | but having made sure that she had admitted herself to the dining-room and not to some more unusual region, she came completely inside and seemed in no way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those qu... | he said. His tone was humble, and made her smile at him. "As far as I understand you but what should you advise me to do with this ring?" she asked, holding it out. "I should advise you to let me keep it for you," he replied, in the same tone of half-humorous gravity. "After what you ve said, I can hardly trust you unl... | she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. "I hope you ve found something nice to read," she added, pointing to the book upon the table. "Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byron," she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could not help sm... | Night And Day |
"The night and the stars, the dawn coming up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear," | Mrs. Hilbery | unwritten poetry all about them.<|quote|>"The night and the stars, the dawn coming up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear,"</|quote|>she sighed, "well, the sunset | to indicate the wealth of unwritten poetry all about them.<|quote|>"The night and the stars, the dawn coming up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear,"</|quote|>she sighed, "well, the sunset is very lovely too. I | lawyers. Some of them looked very handsome, too, in their wigs. But I think I do know a little about poetry," she added. "And all the things that aren t written down, but but" She waved her hand, as if to indicate the wealth of unwritten poetry all about them.<|quote|>"The night and the stars, the dawn coming up, the b... | and very penetrating. "But I m sure you read poetry at night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The windows of the soul," she added parenthetically.) "I don t know much about the law," she went on, "though many of my relations were lawyers. Some of them looked very handsome, too... | in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has writ... | more unusual region, she came completely inside and seemed in no way taken aback by the sight she saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in. "Please don t... | understand you but what should you advise me to do with this ring?" she asked, holding it out. "I should advise you to let me keep it for you," he replied, in the same tone of half-humorous gravity. "After what you ve said, I can hardly trust you unless you ll unsay what you ve said?" "Very well. I m not in love with y... | nice to read," she added, pointing to the book upon the table. "Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byron," she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could not help smiling at the thought that her mother found it perfectly natural and desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the d... | Night And Day |
she sighed, | No speaker | the sun setting.... Ah dear,"<|quote|>she sighed,</|quote|>"well, the sunset is very | up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear,"<|quote|>she sighed,</|quote|>"well, the sunset is very lovely too. I sometimes think | little about poetry," she added. "And all the things that aren t written down, but but" She waved her hand, as if to indicate the wealth of unwritten poetry all about them. "The night and the stars, the dawn coming up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear,"<|quote|>she sighed,</|quote|>"well, the sunse... | of the eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The windows of the soul," she added parenthetically.) "I don t know much about the law," she went on, "though many of my relations were lawyers. Some of them looked very handsome, too, in their wigs. But I think I do know a little about poetry," she added. "And all the things t... | good sense. "Why are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review," Katharine said, as if prompting her memory. "Oh dear! How dull!" Mrs. Hilber... | saw. She seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in. "Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr." she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that ... | "I should advise you to let me keep it for you," he replied, in the same tone of half-humorous gravity. "After what you ve said, I can hardly trust you unless you ll unsay what you ve said?" "Very well. I m not in love with you." "But I think you _are_ in love with me.... As I am with you," she added casually enough. "... | of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he could not accuse her of fanciful exaggeration. "Rodney seems to know his own mind well enough," he said almost bitterly. The music, which had ceased, had now begun again, and the melody of Mozart seemed to express the easy and exquisite love of the two upstairs. "Cassa... | Night And Day |
"well, the sunset is very lovely too. I sometimes think that poetry isn t so much what we write as what we feel, Mr. Denham." | Mrs. Hilbery | setting.... Ah dear," she sighed,<|quote|>"well, the sunset is very lovely too. I sometimes think that poetry isn t so much what we write as what we feel, Mr. Denham."</|quote|>During this speech of her | barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear," she sighed,<|quote|>"well, the sunset is very lovely too. I sometimes think that poetry isn t so much what we write as what we feel, Mr. Denham."</|quote|>During this speech of her mother s Katharine had turned | poetry," she added. "And all the things that aren t written down, but but" She waved her hand, as if to indicate the wealth of unwritten poetry all about them. "The night and the stars, the dawn coming up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear," she sighed,<|quote|>"well, the sunset is very lovely too. ... | eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The windows of the soul," she added parenthetically.) "I don t know much about the law," she went on, "though many of my relations were lawyers. Some of them looked very handsome, too, in their wigs. But I think I do know a little about poetry," she added. "And all the things that are... | "Why are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review," Katharine said, as if prompting her memory. "Oh dear! How dull!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed,... | seemed, as usual, bound on some quest of her own which was interrupted pleasantly but strangely by running into one of those queer, unnecessary ceremonies that other people thought fit to indulge in. "Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr." she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did n... | advise you to let me keep it for you," he replied, in the same tone of half-humorous gravity. "After what you ve said, I can hardly trust you unless you ll unsay what you ve said?" "Very well. I m not in love with you." "But I think you _are_ in love with me.... As I am with you," she added casually enough. "At least,"... | some confusion, could not help smiling at the thought that her mother found it perfectly natural and desirable that her daughter should be reading Byron in the dining-room late at night alone with a strange young man. She blessed a disposition that was so convenient, and felt tenderly towards her mother and her mother ... | Night And Day |
During this speech of her mother s Katharine had turned away, and Ralph felt that Mrs. Hilbery was talking to him apart, with a desire to ascertain something about him which she veiled purposely by the vagueness of her words. He felt curiously encouraged and heartened by the beam in her eye rather than by her actual wo... | No speaker | what we feel, Mr. Denham."<|quote|>During this speech of her mother s Katharine had turned away, and Ralph felt that Mrs. Hilbery was talking to him apart, with a desire to ascertain something about him which she veiled purposely by the vagueness of her words. He felt curiously encouraged and heartened by the beam in h... | much what we write as what we feel, Mr. Denham."<|quote|>During this speech of her mother s Katharine had turned away, and Ralph felt that Mrs. Hilbery was talking to him apart, with a desire to ascertain something about him which she veiled purposely by the vagueness of her words. He felt curiously encouraged and hear... | unwritten poetry all about them. "The night and the stars, the dawn coming up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear," she sighed, "well, the sunset is very lovely too. I sometimes think that poetry isn t so much what we write as what we feel, Mr. Denham."<|quote|>During this speech of her mother s Kath... | many of my relations were lawyers. Some of them looked very handsome, too, in their wigs. But I think I do know a little about poetry," she added. "And all the things that aren t written down, but but" She waved her hand, as if to indicate the wealth of unwritten poetry all about them. "The night and the stars, the daw... | Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review," Katharine said, as if prompting her memory. "Oh dear! How dull!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, with a sudden laugh that rather puzzled her daughter. Ralph found that she had turned upon him a gaze that was at once very vague and ve... | that other people thought fit to indulge in. "Please don t let me interrupt you, Mr." she was at a loss, as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. "I hope you ve found something nice to read," she added, pointing to the book upon the table. "Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who kne... | hardly trust you unless you ll unsay what you ve said?" "Very well. I m not in love with you." "But I think you _are_ in love with me.... As I am with you," she added casually enough. "At least," she said slipping her ring back to its old position, "what other word describes the state we re in?" She looked at him grave... | as usual, for the name, and Katharine thought that she did not recognize him. "I hope you ve found something nice to read," she added, pointing to the book upon the table. "Byron ah, Byron. I ve known people who knew Lord Byron," she said. Katharine, who had risen in some confusion, could not help smiling at the though... | Night And Day |
"Tell me, shall we ever do without it all?" | Mrs. Hilbery | couldn t pay their debts.<|quote|>"Tell me, shall we ever do without it all?"</|quote|>she asked, but at this | her, imprisoned poor men who couldn t pay their debts.<|quote|>"Tell me, shall we ever do without it all?"</|quote|>she asked, but at this point Katharine gently insisted that | with a curious certainty that she had read an answer to her inquiry that satisfied her. At any rate, she rambled off into a description of the Law Courts which turned to a denunciation of English justice, which, according to her, imprisoned poor men who couldn t pay their debts.<|quote|>"Tell me, shall we ever do witho... | than by her actual words. From the distance of her age and sex she seemed to be waving to him, hailing him as a ship sinking beneath the horizon might wave its flag of greeting to another setting out upon the same voyage. He bent his head, saying nothing, but with a curious certainty that she had read an answer to her ... | about them. "The night and the stars, the dawn coming up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear," she sighed, "well, the sunset is very lovely too. I sometimes think that poetry isn t so much what we write as what we feel, Mr. Denham." During this speech of her mother s Katharine had turned away, and Ra... | t you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he ha... | with facts. It s an hallucination, pure and simple an intoxication.... One can be in love with pure reason?" she hazarded. "Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations... | mother s eccentricities. But Ralph observed that although Mrs. Hilbery held the book so close to her eyes she was not reading a word. "My dear mother, why aren t you in bed?" Katharine exclaimed, changing astonishingly in the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering a... | Night And Day |
she asked, but at this point Katharine gently insisted that her mother should go to bed. Looking back from half-way up the staircase, Katharine seemed to see Denham s eyes watching her steadily and intently with an expression that she had guessed in them when he stood looking at the windows across the road. CHAPTER XXX... | No speaker | ever do without it all?"<|quote|>she asked, but at this point Katharine gently insisted that her mother should go to bed. Looking back from half-way up the staircase, Katharine seemed to see Denham s eyes watching her steadily and intently with an expression that she had guessed in them when he stood looking at the win... | debts. "Tell me, shall we ever do without it all?"<|quote|>she asked, but at this point Katharine gently insisted that her mother should go to bed. Looking back from half-way up the staircase, Katharine seemed to see Denham s eyes watching her steadily and intently with an expression that she had guessed in them when h... | answer to her inquiry that satisfied her. At any rate, she rambled off into a description of the Law Courts which turned to a denunciation of English justice, which, according to her, imprisoned poor men who couldn t pay their debts. "Tell me, shall we ever do without it all?"<|quote|>she asked, but at this point Katha... | her age and sex she seemed to be waving to him, hailing him as a ship sinking beneath the horizon might wave its flag of greeting to another setting out upon the same voyage. He bent his head, saying nothing, but with a curious certainty that she had read an answer to her inquiry that satisfied her. At any rate, she ra... | coming up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear," she sighed, "well, the sunset is very lovely too. I sometimes think that poetry isn t so much what we write as what we feel, Mr. Denham." During this speech of her mother s Katharine had turned away, and Ralph felt that Mrs. Hilbery was talking to him a... | the space of a minute to her usual condition of authoritative good sense. "Why are you wandering about?" "I m sure I should like your poetry better than I like Lord Byron s," said Mrs. Hilbery, addressing Ralph Denham. "Mr. Denham doesn t write poetry; he has written articles for father, for the Review," Katharine said... | an intoxication.... One can be in love with pure reason?" she hazarded. "Because if you re in love with a vision, I believe that that s what I m in love with." This conclusion seemed fantastic and profoundly unsatisfactory to Ralph, but after the astonishing variations of his own sentiments during the past half-hour he... | "But I m sure you read poetry at night. I always judge by the expression of the eyes," Mrs. Hilbery continued. (" "The windows of the soul," she added parenthetically.) "I don t know much about the law," she went on, "though many of my relations were lawyers. Some of them looked very handsome, too, in their wigs. But I... | Night And Day |
"Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" | Cassandra Otway | the floor of the hall.<|quote|>"Doesn t everything look odd this morning?"</|quote|>she inquired. "Are you really | Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall.<|quote|>"Doesn t everything look odd this morning?"</|quote|>she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning | on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall.<|quote|>"Doesn t everything look odd... | of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, w... | briskly shut the door of her taxi-cab, and was whirled off upon the first stage of her pilgrimage. The house was oddly different without her. Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Katharine it seemed as if they had brushed away sixty yea... | see the very stones worn by his feet, to reflect that the oldest man s oldest mother had very likely seen Shakespeare s daughter such thoughts roused an emotion in her, which she expressed at unsuitable moments, and with a passion that would not have been unseemly in a pilgrim to a sacred shrine. The only strange thing... | aren t written down, but but" She waved her hand, as if to indicate the wealth of unwritten poetry all about them. "The night and the stars, the dawn coming up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear," she sighed, "well, the sunset is very lovely too. I sometimes think that poetry isn t so much what we w... | But, naturally enough, she was well provided with friends who lived in the neighborhood of Shakespeare s tomb, and were delighted to welcome her; and she left later to catch her train in the best of spirits. There was a man selling violets in the street. It was a fine day. She would remember to send Mr. Hilbery the fir... | Night And Day |
she inquired. | No speaker | everything look odd this morning?"<|quote|>she inquired.</|quote|>"Are you really going to | of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?"<|quote|>she inquired.</|quote|>"Are you really going to spend the morning with those | her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?"<|quote|>she inquired.</|quote|>"A... | belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals... | and was whirled off upon the first stage of her pilgrimage. The house was oddly different without her. Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Katharine it seemed as if they had brushed away sixty years or so with the first flick of their ... | feet, to reflect that the oldest man s oldest mother had very likely seen Shakespeare s daughter such thoughts roused an emotion in her, which she expressed at unsuitable moments, and with a passion that would not have been unseemly in a pilgrim to a sacred shrine. The only strange thing was that she wished to go by he... | waved her hand, as if to indicate the wealth of unwritten poetry all about them. "The night and the stars, the dawn coming up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear," she sighed, "well, the sunset is very lovely too. I sometimes think that poetry isn t so much what we write as what we feel, Mr. Denham."... | It was a fine day. She would remember to send Mr. Hilbery the first daffodil she saw. And, as she ran back into the hall to tell Katharine, she felt, she had always felt, that Shakespeare s command to leave his bones undisturbed applied only to odious curiosity-mongers not to dear Sir John and herself. Leaving her daug... | Night And Day |
"Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" | Cassandra Otway | odd this morning?" she inquired.<|quote|>"Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so"</|quote|>The dull old letters, which | hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired.<|quote|>"Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so"</|quote|>The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads | but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired.<|quote|>"Are you really goi... | a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between eac... | whirled off upon the first stage of her pilgrimage. The house was oddly different without her. Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Katharine it seemed as if they had brushed away sixty years or so with the first flick of their damp dus... | reflect that the oldest man s oldest mother had very likely seen Shakespeare s daughter such thoughts roused an emotion in her, which she expressed at unsuitable moments, and with a passion that would not have been unseemly in a pilgrim to a sacred shrine. The only strange thing was that she wished to go by herself. Bu... | hand, as if to indicate the wealth of unwritten poetry all about them. "The night and the stars, the dawn coming up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear," she sighed, "well, the sunset is very lovely too. I sometimes think that poetry isn t so much what we write as what we feel, Mr. Denham." During th... | the first daffodil she saw. And, as she ran back into the hall to tell Katharine, she felt, she had always felt, that Shakespeare s command to leave his bones undisturbed applied only to odious curiosity-mongers not to dear Sir John and herself. Leaving her daughter to cogitate the theory of Anne Hathaway s sonnets, an... | Night And Day |
The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins d... | No speaker | old letters, because if so"<|quote|>The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs i... | the morning with those dull old letters, because if so"<|quote|>The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord M... | they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so"<|quote|>The dull old letters, which woul... | work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cas... | Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Katharine it seemed as if they had brushed away sixty years or so with the first flick of their damp dusters. It seemed to her that the work she had tried to do in that room was being swept into a ve... | thoughts roused an emotion in her, which she expressed at unsuitable moments, and with a passion that would not have been unseemly in a pilgrim to a sacred shrine. The only strange thing was that she wished to go by herself. But, naturally enough, she was well provided with friends who lived in the neighborhood of Shak... | the stars, the dawn coming up, the barges swimming past, the sun setting.... Ah dear," she sighed, "well, the sunset is very lovely too. I sometimes think that poetry isn t so much what we write as what we feel, Mr. Denham." During this speech of her mother s Katharine had turned away, and Ralph felt that Mrs. Hilbery ... | Mrs. Hilbery had been dreaming of Shakespeare any time these six months, toying with the idea of an excursion to what she considered the heart of the civilized world. To stand six feet above Shakespeare s bones, to see the very stones worn by his feet, to reflect that the oldest man s oldest mother had very likely seen... | Night And Day |
"I wonder what he was like?" | Katharine Hilbery | Richard Alardyce attracted their attention.<|quote|>"I wonder what he was like?"</|quote|>It was a question that | was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention.<|quote|>"I wonder what he was like?"</|quote|>It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself | Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention.<|quote|>"I wond... | you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of ... | professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each ... | the street. It was a fine day. She would remember to send Mr. Hilbery the first daffodil she saw. And, as she ran back into the hall to tell Katharine, she felt, she had always felt, that Shakespeare s command to leave his bones undisturbed applied only to odious curiosity-mongers not to dear Sir John and herself. Leav... | encouraged and heartened by the beam in her eye rather than by her actual words. From the distance of her age and sex she seemed to be waving to him, hailing him as a ship sinking beneath the horizon might wave its flag of greeting to another setting out upon the same voyage. He bent his head, saying nothing, but with ... | early train to Stratford-on-Avon that very day. "Please find out the best way of getting there," the note ran, "and wire to dear Sir John Burdett to expect me, with my love. I ve been dreaming all night of you and Shakespeare, dearest Katharine." This was no momentary impulse. Mrs. Hilbery had been dreaming of Shakespe... | Night And Day |
It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. | No speaker | wonder what he was like?"<|quote|>It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately.</|quote|>"Oh, a fraud like the | Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?"<|quote|>It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately.</|quote|>"Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least | "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?"<|quote|>It was a quest... | morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It ... | together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwi... | day. She would remember to send Mr. Hilbery the first daffodil she saw. And, as she ran back into the hall to tell Katharine, she felt, she had always felt, that Shakespeare s command to leave his bones undisturbed applied only to odious curiosity-mongers not to dear Sir John and herself. Leaving her daughter to cogita... | in her eye rather than by her actual words. From the distance of her age and sex she seemed to be waving to him, hailing him as a ship sinking beneath the horizon might wave its flag of greeting to another setting out upon the same voyage. He bent his head, saying nothing, but with a curious certainty that she had read... | in the best of spirits. There was a man selling violets in the street. It was a fine day. She would remember to send Mr. Hilbery the first daffodil she saw. And, as she ran back into the hall to tell Katharine, she felt, she had always felt, that Shakespeare s command to leave his bones undisturbed applied only to odio... | Night And Day |
"Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," | Cassandra Otway | had often asked herself lately.<|quote|>"Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so,"</|quote|>Cassandra replied. "Though I don | was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately.<|quote|>"Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so,"</|quote|>Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," | Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately.<|quote|>"Oh, a fraud ... | old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended ... | proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant ove... | she saw. And, as she ran back into the hall to tell Katharine, she felt, she had always felt, that Shakespeare s command to leave his bones undisturbed applied only to odious curiosity-mongers not to dear Sir John and herself. Leaving her daughter to cogitate the theory of Anne Hathaway s sonnets, and the buried manusc... | distance of her age and sex she seemed to be waving to him, hailing him as a ship sinking beneath the horizon might wave its flag of greeting to another setting out upon the same voyage. He bent his head, saying nothing, but with a curious certainty that she had read an answer to her inquiry that satisfied her. At any ... | the door of her taxi-cab, and was whirled off upon the first stage of her pilgrimage. The house was oddly different without her. Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Katharine it seemed as if they had brushed away sixty years or so with... | Night And Day |
Cassandra replied. | No speaker | at least Henry says so,"<|quote|>Cassandra replied.</|quote|>"Though I don t believe | like the rest of them at least Henry says so,"<|quote|>Cassandra replied.</|quote|>"Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added | into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so,"<|quote|>Cassandra replied.</|quote|>"Tho... | collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for th... | in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of ... | she felt, she had always felt, that Shakespeare s command to leave his bones undisturbed applied only to odious curiosity-mongers not to dear Sir John and herself. Leaving her daughter to cogitate the theory of Anne Hathaway s sonnets, and the buried manuscripts here referred to, with the implied menace to the safety o... | hailing him as a ship sinking beneath the horizon might wave its flag of greeting to another setting out upon the same voyage. He bent his head, saying nothing, but with a curious certainty that she had read an answer to her inquiry that satisfied her. At any rate, she rambled off into a description of the Law Courts w... | house was oddly different without her. Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Katharine it seemed as if they had brushed away sixty years or so with the first flick of their damp dusters. It seemed to her that the work she had tried to do... | Night And Day |
"Though I don t believe everything Henry says," | Cassandra Otway | Henry says so," Cassandra replied.<|quote|>"Though I don t believe everything Henry says,"</|quote|>she added a little defensively. | rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied.<|quote|>"Though I don t believe everything Henry says,"</|quote|>she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. | drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied.<|quote|>"Though I don t believ... | laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason tha... | course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hal... | she had always felt, that Shakespeare s command to leave his bones undisturbed applied only to odious curiosity-mongers not to dear Sir John and herself. Leaving her daughter to cogitate the theory of Anne Hathaway s sonnets, and the buried manuscripts here referred to, with the implied menace to the safety of the hear... | as a ship sinking beneath the horizon might wave its flag of greeting to another setting out upon the same voyage. He bent his head, saying nothing, but with a curious certainty that she had read an answer to her inquiry that satisfied her. At any rate, she rambled off into a description of the Law Courts which turned ... | safety of the heart of civilization itself, she briskly shut the door of her taxi-cab, and was whirled off upon the first stage of her pilgrimage. The house was oddly different without her. Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Katharine... | Night And Day |
she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. | No speaker | t believe everything Henry says,"<|quote|>she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of.</|quote|>"Must you read Macaulay s | Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says,"<|quote|>she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of.</|quote|>"Must you... | was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says,"<|quote|>she added a little de... | s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Ri... | on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this mo... | to leave his bones undisturbed applied only to odious curiosity-mongers not to dear Sir John and herself. Leaving her daughter to cogitate the theory of Anne Hathaway s sonnets, and the buried manuscripts here referred to, with the implied menace to the safety of the heart of civilization itself, she briskly shut the d... | wave its flag of greeting to another setting out upon the same voyage. He bent his head, saying nothing, but with a curious certainty that she had read an answer to her inquiry that satisfied her. At any rate, she rambled off into a description of the Law Courts which turned to a denunciation of English justice, which,... | But, naturally enough, she was well provided with friends who lived in the neighborhood of Shakespeare s tomb, and were delighted to welcome her; and she left later to catch her train in the best of spirits. There was a man selling violets in the street. It was a fine day. She would remember to send Mr. Hilbery the fir... | Night And Day |
"Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" | Katharine Hilbery | they were in search of.<|quote|>"Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?"</|quote|>Katharine asked, with a stretch | failed to discover the work they were in search of.<|quote|>"Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?"</|quote|>Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," | Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of.<|quote|>"Must you read Mac... | into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t belie... | Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a mo... | to the safety of the heart of civilization itself, she briskly shut the door of her taxi-cab, and was whirled off upon the first stage of her pilgrimage. The house was oddly different without her. Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Ka... | rambled off into a description of the Law Courts which turned to a denunciation of English justice, which, according to her, imprisoned poor men who couldn t pay their debts. "Tell me, shall we ever do without it all?" she asked, but at this point Katharine gently insisted that her mother should go to bed. Looking back... | thoughts roused an emotion in her, which she expressed at unsuitable moments, and with a passion that would not have been unseemly in a pilgrim to a sacred shrine. The only strange thing was that she wished to go by herself. But, naturally enough, she was well provided with friends who lived in the neighborhood of Shak... | Night And Day |
Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. | No speaker | read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?"<|quote|>Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms.</|quote|>"I must," Cassandra replied briefly. | in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?"<|quote|>Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms.</|quote|>"I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to | everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?"<|quote|>Katharine aske... | that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a lit... | of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking g... | civilization itself, she briskly shut the door of her taxi-cab, and was whirled off upon the first stage of her pilgrimage. The house was oddly different without her. Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Katharine it seemed as if they h... | Law Courts which turned to a denunciation of English justice, which, according to her, imprisoned poor men who couldn t pay their debts. "Tell me, shall we ever do without it all?" she asked, but at this point Katharine gently insisted that her mother should go to bed. Looking back from half-way up the staircase, Katha... | a bath of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassa... | Night And Day |
"I must," | Cassandra Otway | a stretch of her arms.<|quote|>"I must,"</|quote|>Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I | History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms.<|quote|>"I must,"</|quote|>Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you | Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms.<|quote|>"I must,"</|quote|>Cassan... | Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr.... | this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine wher... | her taxi-cab, and was whirled off upon the first stage of her pilgrimage. The house was oddly different without her. Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Katharine it seemed as if they had brushed away sixty years or so with the first f... | English justice, which, according to her, imprisoned poor men who couldn t pay their debts. "Tell me, shall we ever do without it all?" she asked, but at this point Katharine gently insisted that her mother should go to bed. Looking back from half-way up the staircase, Katharine seemed to see Denham s eyes watching her... | her. Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Katharine it seemed as if they had brushed away sixty years or so with the first flick of their damp dusters. It seemed to her that the work she had tried to do in that room was being swept into... | Night And Day |
Cassandra replied briefly. | No speaker | of her arms. "I must,"<|quote|>Cassandra replied briefly.</|quote|>"Well, I m going to | Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must,"<|quote|>Cassandra replied briefly.</|quote|>"Well, I m going to leave you to look for | went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must,"<|quote|>Cassandra replied briefly... | attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study,... | she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should fi... | and was whirled off upon the first stage of her pilgrimage. The house was oddly different without her. Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Katharine it seemed as if they had brushed away sixty years or so with the first flick of their ... | which, according to her, imprisoned poor men who couldn t pay their debts. "Tell me, shall we ever do without it all?" she asked, but at this point Katharine gently insisted that her mother should go to bed. Looking back from half-way up the staircase, Katharine seemed to see Denham s eyes watching her steadily and int... | looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persia... | Night And Day |
"Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." | Katharine Hilbery | "I must," Cassandra replied briefly.<|quote|>"Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself."</|quote|>"Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay | a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly.<|quote|>"Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself."</|quote|>"Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see | Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly.<|quote|>"Well, I m g... | "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look a... | you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of ... | off upon the first stage of her pilgrimage. The house was oddly different without her. Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Katharine it seemed as if they had brushed away sixty years or so with the first flick of their damp dusters. It... | her, imprisoned poor men who couldn t pay their debts. "Tell me, shall we ever do without it all?" she asked, but at this point Katharine gently insisted that her mother should go to bed. Looking back from half-way up the staircase, Katharine seemed to see Denham s eyes watching her steadily and intently with an expres... | hall to tell Katharine, she felt, she had always felt, that Shakespeare s command to leave his bones undisturbed applied only to odious curiosity-mongers not to dear Sir John and herself. Leaving her daughter to cogitate the theory of Anne Hathaway s sonnets, and the buried manuscripts here referred to, with the implie... | Night And Day |
"Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." | Cassandra Otway | look for it by yourself."<|quote|>"Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes."</|quote|>"When does William come?" Katharine | going to leave you to look for it by yourself."<|quote|>"Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes."</|quote|>"When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves | was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself."<|quote|>"Oh, no, Katharine. Pleas... | often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fiftee... | if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The co... | without her. Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Katharine it seemed as if they had brushed away sixty years or so with the first flick of their damp dusters. It seemed to her that the work she had tried to do in that room was being sw... | we ever do without it all?" she asked, but at this point Katharine gently insisted that her mother should go to bed. Looking back from half-way up the staircase, Katharine seemed to see Denham s eyes watching her steadily and intently with an expression that she had guessed in them when he stood looking at the windows ... | first stage of her pilgrimage. The house was oddly different without her. Katharine found the maids already in possession of her room, which they meant to clean thoroughly during her absence. To Katharine it seemed as if they had brushed away sixty years or so with the first flick of their damp dusters. It seemed to he... | Night And Day |
"When does William come?" | Katharine Hilbery | ve begun when he comes."<|quote|>"When does William come?"</|quote|>Katharine asked, turning to the | to tell him that I ve begun when he comes."<|quote|>"When does William come?"</|quote|>Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if | replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes."<|quote|>"When does William come?"</|quote|>Katharine asked, turning to the shelves a... | into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m ... | sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "... | with the first flick of their damp dusters. It seemed to her that the work she had tried to do in that room was being swept into a very insignificant heap of dust. The china shepherdesses were already shining from a bath of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gat... | eyes watching her steadily and intently with an expression that she had guessed in them when he stood looking at the windows across the road. CHAPTER XXXI The tray which brought Katharine s cup of tea the next morning brought, also, a note from her mother, announcing that it was her intention to catch an early train to... | Shakespeare s tomb, and were delighted to welcome her; and she left later to catch her train in the best of spirits. There was a man selling violets in the street. It was a fine day. She would remember to send Mr. Hilbery the first daffodil she saw. And, as she ran back into the hall to tell Katharine, she felt, she ha... | Night And Day |
Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. | No speaker | comes." "When does William come?"<|quote|>Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again.</|quote|>"To tea, if that suits | I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?"<|quote|>Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again.</|quote|>"To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me | m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?"<|quote|>Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again.</|quote|>"To tea, if that sui... | study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you ... | she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It... | of their damp dusters. It seemed to her that the work she had tried to do in that room was being swept into a very insignificant heap of dust. The china shepherdesses were already shining from a bath of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few... | and intently with an expression that she had guessed in them when he stood looking at the windows across the road. CHAPTER XXXI The tray which brought Katharine s cup of tea the next morning brought, also, a note from her mother, announcing that it was her intention to catch an early train to Stratford-on-Avon that ver... | during her absence. To Katharine it seemed as if they had brushed away sixty years or so with the first flick of their damp dusters. It seemed to her that the work she had tried to do in that room was being swept into a very insignificant heap of dust. The china shepherdesses were already shining from a bath of hot wat... | Night And Day |
"To tea, if that suits you?" | Cassandra Otway | turning to the shelves again.<|quote|>"To tea, if that suits you?"</|quote|>"If it suits me to | does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again.<|quote|>"To tea, if that suits you?"</|quote|>"If it suits me to be out, I suppose you | for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again.<|quote|>"To tea, if that suits you?"</|quote|>"If it suits me to b... | his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, ... | by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often ... | her that the work she had tried to do in that room was being swept into a very insignificant heap of dust. The china shepherdesses were already shining from a bath of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, ... | had guessed in them when he stood looking at the windows across the road. CHAPTER XXXI The tray which brought Katharine s cup of tea the next morning brought, also, a note from her mother, announcing that it was her intention to catch an early train to Stratford-on-Avon that very day. "Please find out the best way of g... | who lived in the neighborhood of Shakespeare s tomb, and were delighted to welcome her; and she left later to catch her train in the best of spirits. There was a man selling violets in the street. It was a fine day. She would remember to send Mr. Hilbery the first daffodil she saw. And, as she ran back into the hall to... | Night And Day |
"If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." | Katharine Hilbery | tea, if that suits you?"<|quote|>"If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean."</|quote|>"Oh, you re horrid.... Why | to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?"<|quote|>"If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean."</|quote|>"Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" | Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?"<|quote|>"If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean."</|quote|>"O... | examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help m... | in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud l... | tried to do in that room was being swept into a very insignificant heap of dust. The china shepherdesses were already shining from a bath of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her... | stood looking at the windows across the road. CHAPTER XXXI The tray which brought Katharine s cup of tea the next morning brought, also, a note from her mother, announcing that it was her intention to catch an early train to Stratford-on-Avon that very day. "Please find out the best way of getting there," the note ran,... | moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrai... | Night And Day |
"Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" | Cassandra Otway | out, I suppose you mean."<|quote|>"Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?"</|quote|>"Yes?" "Why shouldn t you | it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean."<|quote|>"Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?"</|quote|>"Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am | told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean."<|quote|>"Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?"</|quote|>"Yes?" "Why ... | were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I wa... | of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. ... | very insignificant heap of dust. The china shepherdesses were already shining from a bath of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through ... | tray which brought Katharine s cup of tea the next morning brought, also, a note from her mother, announcing that it was her intention to catch an early train to Stratford-on-Avon that very day. "Please find out the best way of getting there," the note ran, "and wire to dear Sir John Burdett to expect me, with my love.... | professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each ... | Night And Day |
"Yes?" | Katharine Hilbery | Why shouldn t you ?"<|quote|>"Yes?"</|quote|>"Why shouldn t you be | mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?"<|quote|>"Yes?"</|quote|>"Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite | And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?"<|quote|>"Yes?"</|quote|>"Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite h... | History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes.... | good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she... | already shining from a bath of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met o... | next morning brought, also, a note from her mother, announcing that it was her intention to catch an early train to Stratford-on-Avon that very day. "Please find out the best way of getting there," the note ran, "and wire to dear Sir John Burdett to expect me, with my love. I ve been dreaming all night of you and Shake... | she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It... | Night And Day |
"Why shouldn t you be happy too?" | Cassandra Otway | shouldn t you ?" "Yes?"<|quote|>"Why shouldn t you be happy too?"</|quote|>"I am quite happy," Katharine | "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?"<|quote|>"Why shouldn t you be happy too?"</|quote|>"I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I | I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?"<|quote|>"Why shouldn t you be happy too?"</|quote|>"I am quite happy... | Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When d... | reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she adde... | shining from a bath of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the st... | morning brought, also, a note from her mother, announcing that it was her intention to catch an early train to Stratford-on-Avon that very day. "Please find out the best way of getting there," the note ran, "and wire to dear Sir John Burdett to expect me, with my love. I ve been dreaming all night of you and Shakespear... | of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doe... | Night And Day |
"I am quite happy," | Katharine Hilbery | t you be happy too?"<|quote|>"I am quite happy,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. "I mean as | you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?"<|quote|>"I am quite happy,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said | ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?"<|quote|>"I am quite happy,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. "I m... | her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to ... | portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they w... | The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed he... | mother, announcing that it was her intention to catch an early train to Stratford-on-Avon that very day. "Please find out the best way of getting there," the note ran, "and wire to dear Sir John Burdett to expect me, with my love. I ve been dreaming all night of you and Shakespeare, dearest Katharine." This was no mome... | before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would... | Night And Day |
Katharine replied. | No speaker | too?" "I am quite happy,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"I mean as I am. | shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do | comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"I mean as I am. Kath... | Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "... | attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study,... | belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals... | was her intention to catch an early train to Stratford-on-Avon that very day. "Please find out the best way of getting there," the note ran, "and wire to dear Sir John Burdett to expect me, with my love. I ve been dreaming all night of you and Shakespeare, dearest Katharine." This was no momentary impulse. Mrs. Hilbery... | of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into th... | Night And Day |
"I mean as I am. Katharine," | Cassandra Otway | am quite happy," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"I mean as I am. Katharine,"</|quote|>she said impulsively, "do let | you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"I mean as I am. Katharine,"</|quote|>she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the | does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"I mean as I am. Katharine,"</|quote|>she sa... | briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that su... | attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they bega... | a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between eac... | intention to catch an early train to Stratford-on-Avon that very day. "Please find out the best way of getting there," the note ran, "and wire to dear Sir John Burdett to expect me, with my love. I ve been dreaming all night of you and Shakespeare, dearest Katharine." This was no momentary impulse. Mrs. Hilbery had bee... | seemed as if they had brushed away sixty years or so with the first flick of their damp dusters. It seemed to her that the work she had tried to do in that room was being swept into a very insignificant heap of dust. The china shepherdesses were already shining from a bath of hot water. The writing-table might have bel... | Night And Day |
she said impulsively, | No speaker | mean as I am. Katharine,"<|quote|>she said impulsively,</|quote|>"do let s be married | quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine,"<|quote|>she said impulsively,</|quote|>"do let s be married on the same day." "To | to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine,"<|quote|>she said impulsively,</|quote|>"do let s be married on the s... | leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to ... | like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So des... | Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her p... | to Stratford-on-Avon that very day. "Please find out the best way of getting there," the note ran, "and wire to dear Sir John Burdett to expect me, with my love. I ve been dreaming all night of you and Shakespeare, dearest Katharine." This was no momentary impulse. Mrs. Hilbery had been dreaming of Shakespeare any time... | to her that the work she had tried to do in that room was being swept into a very insignificant heap of dust. The china shepherdesses were already shining from a bath of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at wor... | Night And Day |
"do let s be married on the same day." | Cassandra Otway | am. Katharine," she said impulsively,<|quote|>"do let s be married on the same day."</|quote|>"To the same man?" "Oh, | replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively,<|quote|>"do let s be married on the same day."</|quote|>"To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn | again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively,<|quote|>"do let s be married on the same day."</|quote|>"To t... | look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I sup... | a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was thi... | few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling befo... | very day. "Please find out the best way of getting there," the note ran, "and wire to dear Sir John Burdett to expect me, with my love. I ve been dreaming all night of you and Shakespeare, dearest Katharine." This was no momentary impulse. Mrs. Hilbery had been dreaming of Shakespeare any time these six months, toying ... | descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry ... | Night And Day |
"To the same man?" | Katharine Hilbery | married on the same day."<|quote|>"To the same man?"</|quote|>"Oh, no, no. But why | impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day."<|quote|>"To the same man?"</|quote|>"Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some | suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day."<|quote|>"To the same man?"</|quote|>"Oh, no, no. But why shouldn ... | stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t ... | "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover... | proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant ove... | getting there," the note ran, "and wire to dear Sir John Burdett to expect me, with my love. I ve been dreaming all night of you and Shakespeare, dearest Katharine." This was no momentary impulse. Mrs. Hilbery had been dreaming of Shakespeare any time these six months, toying with the idea of an excursion to what she c... | to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord ... | Night And Day |
"Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" | Cassandra Otway | day." "To the same man?"<|quote|>"Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?"</|quote|>"Here s your Macaulay," said | be married on the same day." "To the same man?"<|quote|>"Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?"</|quote|>"Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the | out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?"<|quote|>"Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one els... | You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why... | the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they wer... | room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and ... | ran, "and wire to dear Sir John Burdett to expect me, with my love. I ve been dreaming all night of you and Shakespeare, dearest Katharine." This was no momentary impulse. Mrs. Hilbery had been dreaming of Shakespeare any time these six months, toying with the idea of an excursion to what she considered the heart of th... | of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, w... | Night And Day |
"Here s your Macaulay," | Katharine Hilbery | you marry some one else?"<|quote|>"Here s your Macaulay,"</|quote|>said Katharine, turning round with | no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?"<|quote|>"Here s your Macaulay,"</|quote|>said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. | you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?"<|quote|>"Here s your Macaulay,"</|quote|>said Katharine, turning ro... | every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy,"... | I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Kathar... | of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doe... | my love. I ve been dreaming all night of you and Shakespeare, dearest Katharine." This was no momentary impulse. Mrs. Hilbery had been dreaming of Shakespeare any time these six months, toying with the idea of an excursion to what she considered the heart of the civilized world. To stand six feet above Shakespeare s bo... | followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you r... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. | No speaker | else?" "Here s your Macaulay,"<|quote|>said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand.</|quote|>"I should say you d | t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay,"<|quote|>said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand.</|quote|>"I should say you d better begin to read at | shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay,"<|quote|>said Katharine, turning round with the book in her han... | want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replie... | everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with ... | she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look... | been dreaming all night of you and Shakespeare, dearest Katharine." This was no momentary impulse. Mrs. Hilbery had been dreaming of Shakespeare any time these six months, toying with the idea of an excursion to what she considered the heart of the civilized world. To stand six feet above Shakespeare s bones, to see th... | letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended toge... | Night And Day |
"I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." | Katharine Hilbery | the book in her hand.<|quote|>"I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time."</|quote|>"Damn Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra, | said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand.<|quote|>"I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time."</|quote|>"Damn Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the | Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand.<|quote|>"I should say you d better begin to read at on... | comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said ... | went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well,... | her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really goi... | This was no momentary impulse. Mrs. Hilbery had been dreaming of Shakespeare any time these six months, toying with the idea of an excursion to what she considered the heart of the civilized world. To stand six feet above Shakespeare s bones, to see the very stones worn by his feet, to reflect that the oldest man s old... | her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really goi... | Night And Day |
"Damn Lord Macaulay!" | Cassandra Otway | to be educated by tea-time."<|quote|>"Damn Lord Macaulay!"</|quote|>cried Cassandra, slapping the book | at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time."<|quote|>"Damn Lord Macaulay!"</|quote|>cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table. "Would you | day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time."<|quote|>"Damn Lord Macaulay!"</|quote|>cried Cassandra, slapping th... | it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry so... | that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see y... | had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned... | the idea of an excursion to what she considered the heart of the civilized world. To stand six feet above Shakespeare s bones, to see the very stones worn by his feet, to reflect that the oldest man s oldest mother had very likely seen Shakespeare s daughter such thoughts roused an emotion in her, which she expressed a... | began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if s... | Night And Day |
cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table. | No speaker | by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!"<|quote|>cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table.</|quote|>"Would you rather not talk?" | you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!"<|quote|>cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table.</|quote|>"Would you rather not talk?" "We ve talked enough already," | same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!"<|quote|>cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table.<... | to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?... | minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told Will... | door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of th... | an excursion to what she considered the heart of the civilized world. To stand six feet above Shakespeare s bones, to see the very stones worn by his feet, to reflect that the oldest man s oldest mother had very likely seen Shakespeare s daughter such thoughts roused an emotion in her, which she expressed at unsuitable... | the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little d... | Night And Day |
"Would you rather not talk?" | Cassandra Otway | the book upon the table.<|quote|>"Would you rather not talk?"</|quote|>"We ve talked enough already," | Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table.<|quote|>"Would you rather not talk?"</|quote|>"We ve talked enough already," Katharine replied evasively. "I know | t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table.<|quote|>"Would you rather not talk?"</|quote|>"W... | you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Kathar... | in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to... | down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, a... | of the civilized world. To stand six feet above Shakespeare s bones, to see the very stones worn by his feet, to reflect that the oldest man s oldest mother had very likely seen Shakespeare s daughter such thoughts roused an emotion in her, which she expressed at unsuitable moments, and with a passion that would not ha... | Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Ala... | Night And Day |
"We ve talked enough already," | Katharine Hilbery | "Would you rather not talk?"<|quote|>"We ve talked enough already,"</|quote|>Katharine replied evasively. "I know | the book upon the table. "Would you rather not talk?"<|quote|>"We ve talked enough already,"</|quote|>Katharine replied evasively. "I know I shan t be able | else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table. "Would you rather not talk?"<|quote|>"We ve talked enough already,"</... | t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the bo... | read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begu... | that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause... | stand six feet above Shakespeare s bones, to see the very stones worn by his feet, to reflect that the oldest man s oldest mother had very likely seen Shakespeare s daughter such thoughts roused an emotion in her, which she expressed at unsuitable moments, and with a passion that would not have been unseemly in a pilgr... | step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old l... | Night And Day |
Katharine replied evasively. | No speaker | "We ve talked enough already,"<|quote|>Katharine replied evasively.</|quote|>"I know I shan t | "Would you rather not talk?" "We ve talked enough already,"<|quote|>Katharine replied evasively.</|quote|>"I know I shan t be able to settle to | said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table. "Would you rather not talk?" "We ve talked enough already,"<|quote|>Katharine replied evasively.</|q... | shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I sh... | Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William ... | of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking g... | s bones, to see the very stones worn by his feet, to reflect that the oldest man s oldest mother had very likely seen Shakespeare s daughter such thoughts roused an emotion in her, which she expressed at unsuitable moments, and with a passion that would not have been unseemly in a pilgrim to a sacred shrine. The only s... | lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cas... | Night And Day |
"I know I shan t be able to settle to Macaulay," | Cassandra Otway | enough already," Katharine replied evasively.<|quote|>"I know I shan t be able to settle to Macaulay,"</|quote|>said Cassandra, looking ruefully at | not talk?" "We ve talked enough already," Katharine replied evasively.<|quote|>"I know I shan t be able to settle to Macaulay,"</|quote|>said Cassandra, looking ruefully at the dull red cover of | round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table. "Would you rather not talk?" "We ve talked enough already," Katharine replied evasively.<|quote|>"I know I shan t be able to... | be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d... | a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked... | "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a... | see the very stones worn by his feet, to reflect that the oldest man s oldest mother had very likely seen Shakespeare s daughter such thoughts roused an emotion in her, which she expressed at unsuitable moments, and with a passion that would not have been unseemly in a pilgrim to a sacred shrine. The only strange thing... | most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawi... | Night And Day |
said Cassandra, looking ruefully at the dull red cover of the prescribed volume, which, however, possessed a talismanic property, since William admired it. He had advised a little serious reading for the morning hours. | No speaker | able to settle to Macaulay,"<|quote|>said Cassandra, looking ruefully at the dull red cover of the prescribed volume, which, however, possessed a talismanic property, since William admired it. He had advised a little serious reading for the morning hours.</|quote|>"Have _you_ read Macaulay?" she | know I shan t be able to settle to Macaulay,"<|quote|>said Cassandra, looking ruefully at the dull red cover of the prescribed volume, which, however, possessed a talismanic property, since William admired it. He had advised a little serious reading for the morning hours.</|quote|>"Have _you_ read Macaulay?" she asked.... | d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table. "Would you rather not talk?" "We ve talked enough already," Katharine replied evasively. "I know I shan t be able to settle to Macaulay,"<|quote|>said Cassandra, looking ruefu... | as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by te... | I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it... | really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of Engl... | the oldest man s oldest mother had very likely seen Shakespeare s daughter such thoughts roused an emotion in her, which she expressed at unsuitable moments, and with a passion that would not have been unseemly in a pilgrim to a sacred shrine. The only strange thing was that she wished to go by herself. But, naturally ... | The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed he... | Night And Day |
"Have _you_ read Macaulay?" | Cassandra Otway | reading for the morning hours.<|quote|>"Have _you_ read Macaulay?"</|quote|>she asked. "No. William never | had advised a little serious reading for the morning hours.<|quote|>"Have _you_ read Macaulay?"</|quote|>she asked. "No. William never tried to educate me." As | enough already," Katharine replied evasively. "I know I shan t be able to settle to Macaulay," said Cassandra, looking ruefully at the dull red cover of the prescribed volume, which, however, possessed a talismanic property, since William admired it. He had advised a little serious reading for the morning hours.<|quote... | your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table. "Would you rather not talk?" "We ve talked enough already," Katharine replied evasiv... | And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine ... | table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door w... | been unseemly in a pilgrim to a sacred shrine. The only strange thing was that she wished to go by herself. But, naturally enough, she was well provided with friends who lived in the neighborhood of Shakespeare s tomb, and were delighted to welcome her; and she left later to catch her train in the best of spirits. Ther... | her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull ol... | Night And Day |
she asked. | No speaker | hours. "Have _you_ read Macaulay?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"No. William never tried to | serious reading for the morning hours. "Have _you_ read Macaulay?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"No. William never tried to educate me." As she spoke | evasively. "I know I shan t be able to settle to Macaulay," said Cassandra, looking ruefully at the dull red cover of the prescribed volume, which, however, possessed a talismanic property, since William admired it. He had advised a little serious reading for the morning hours. "Have _you_ read Macaulay?"<|quote|>she a... | turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table. "Would you rather not talk?" "We ve talked enough already," Katharine replied evasively. "I know I shan t be able to... | tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I me... | moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrai... | pilgrim to a sacred shrine. The only strange thing was that she wished to go by herself. But, naturally enough, she was well provided with friends who lived in the neighborhood of Shakespeare s tomb, and were delighted to welcome her; and she left later to catch her train in the best of spirits. There was a man selling... | books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Kath... | Night And Day |
"No. William never tried to educate me." | Katharine Hilbery | _you_ read Macaulay?" she asked.<|quote|>"No. William never tried to educate me."</|quote|>As she spoke she saw | for the morning hours. "Have _you_ read Macaulay?" she asked.<|quote|>"No. William never tried to educate me."</|quote|>As she spoke she saw the light fade from Cassandra | know I shan t be able to settle to Macaulay," said Cassandra, looking ruefully at the dull red cover of the prescribed volume, which, however, possessed a talismanic property, since William admired it. He had advised a little serious reading for the morning hours. "Have _you_ read Macaulay?" she asked.<|quote|>"No. Wil... | with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table. "Would you rather not talk?" "We ve talked enough already," Katharine replied evasively. "I know I shan t be able to settle to Mac... | that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I a... | pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Rich... | a sacred shrine. The only strange thing was that she wished to go by herself. But, naturally enough, she was well provided with friends who lived in the neighborhood of Shakespeare s tomb, and were delighted to welcome her; and she left later to catch her train in the best of spirits. There was a man selling violets in... | replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if... | Night And Day |
As she spoke she saw the light fade from Cassandra s face, as if she had implied some other, more mysterious, relationship. She was stung with compunction. She marveled at her own rashness in having influenced the life of another, as she had influenced Cassandra s life. | No speaker | never tried to educate me."<|quote|>As she spoke she saw the light fade from Cassandra s face, as if she had implied some other, more mysterious, relationship. She was stung with compunction. She marveled at her own rashness in having influenced the life of another, as she had influenced Cassandra s life.</|quote|>"We ... | Macaulay?" she asked. "No. William never tried to educate me."<|quote|>As she spoke she saw the light fade from Cassandra s face, as if she had implied some other, more mysterious, relationship. She was stung with compunction. She marveled at her own rashness in having influenced the life of another, as she had influen... | settle to Macaulay," said Cassandra, looking ruefully at the dull red cover of the prescribed volume, which, however, possessed a talismanic property, since William admired it. He had advised a little serious reading for the morning hours. "Have _you_ read Macaulay?" she asked. "No. William never tried to educate me."<... | should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table. "Would you rather not talk?" "We ve talked enough already," Katharine replied evasively. "I know I shan t be able to settle to Macaulay," said Cassandra, lookin... | "When does William come?" Katharine asked, turning to the shelves again. "To tea, if that suits you?" "If it suits me to be out, I suppose you mean." "Oh, you re horrid.... Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsiv... | sudden, asked Katharine where she should find the "History of England" by Lord Macaulay. It was downstairs in Mr. Hilbery s study. The cousins descended together in search of it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "... | was that she wished to go by herself. But, naturally enough, she was well provided with friends who lived in the neighborhood of Shakespeare s tomb, and were delighted to welcome her; and she left later to catch her train in the best of spirits. There was a man selling violets in the street. It was a fine day. She woul... | Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I want to tell him that I ve begun when he comes." "When does William ... | Night And Day |
"We weren t serious," | Katharine Hilbery | had influenced Cassandra s life.<|quote|>"We weren t serious,"</|quote|>she said quickly. "But I | life of another, as she had influenced Cassandra s life.<|quote|>"We weren t serious,"</|quote|>she said quickly. "But I m fearfully serious," said Cassandra, | to educate me." As she spoke she saw the light fade from Cassandra s face, as if she had implied some other, more mysterious, relationship. She was stung with compunction. She marveled at her own rashness in having influenced the life of another, as she had influenced Cassandra s life.<|quote|>"We weren t serious,"</|q... | be able to settle to Macaulay," said Cassandra, looking ruefully at the dull red cover of the prescribed volume, which, however, possessed a talismanic property, since William admired it. He had advised a little serious reading for the morning hours. "Have _you_ read Macaulay?" she asked. "No. William never tried to ed... | quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read... | Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr.... | a man selling violets in the street. It was a fine day. She would remember to send Mr. Hilbery the first daffodil she saw. And, as she ran back into the hall to tell Katharine, she felt, she had always felt, that Shakespeare s command to leave his bones undisturbed applied only to odious curiosity-mongers not to dear S... | the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every... | Night And Day |
she said quickly. | No speaker | life. "We weren t serious,"<|quote|>she said quickly.</|quote|>"But I m fearfully serious," | she had influenced Cassandra s life. "We weren t serious,"<|quote|>she said quickly.</|quote|>"But I m fearfully serious," said Cassandra, with a little | she spoke she saw the light fade from Cassandra s face, as if she had implied some other, more mysterious, relationship. She was stung with compunction. She marveled at her own rashness in having influenced the life of another, as she had influenced Cassandra s life. "We weren t serious,"<|quote|>she said quickly.</|qu... | to Macaulay," said Cassandra, looking ruefully at the dull red cover of the prescribed volume, which, however, possessed a talismanic property, since William admired it. He had advised a little serious reading for the morning hours. "Have _you_ read Macaulay?" she asked. "No. William never tried to educate me." As she ... | "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educat... | attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they bega... | in the street. It was a fine day. She would remember to send Mr. Hilbery the first daffodil she saw. And, as she ran back into the hall to tell Katharine, she felt, she had always felt, that Shakespeare s command to leave his bones undisturbed applied only to odious curiosity-mongers not to dear Sir John and herself. L... | it. They diverged into the drawing-room for the good reason that the door was open. The portrait of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Th... | Night And Day |
"But I m fearfully serious," | Cassandra Otway | t serious," she said quickly.<|quote|>"But I m fearfully serious,"</|quote|>said Cassandra, with a little | Cassandra s life. "We weren t serious," she said quickly.<|quote|>"But I m fearfully serious,"</|quote|>said Cassandra, with a little shudder, and her look showed | saw the light fade from Cassandra s face, as if she had implied some other, more mysterious, relationship. She was stung with compunction. She marveled at her own rashness in having influenced the life of another, as she had influenced Cassandra s life. "We weren t serious," she said quickly.<|quote|>"But I m fearfully... | Cassandra, looking ruefully at the dull red cover of the prescribed volume, which, however, possessed a talismanic property, since William admired it. He had advised a little serious reading for the morning hours. "Have _you_ read Macaulay?" she asked. "No. William never tried to educate me." As she spoke she saw the l... | I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-t... | what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his b... | It was a fine day. She would remember to send Mr. Hilbery the first daffodil she saw. And, as she ran back into the hall to tell Katharine, she felt, she had always felt, that Shakespeare s command to leave his bones undisturbed applied only to odious curiosity-mongers not to dear Sir John and herself. Leaving her daug... | who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are y... | Night And Day |
said Cassandra, with a little shudder, and her look showed that she spoke the truth. She turned and glanced at Katharine as she had never glanced at her before. There was fear in her glance, which darted on her and then dropped guiltily. Oh, Katharine had everything beauty, mind, character. She could never compete with... | No speaker | "But I m fearfully serious,"<|quote|>said Cassandra, with a little shudder, and her look showed that she spoke the truth. She turned and glanced at Katharine as she had never glanced at her before. There was fear in her glance, which darted on her and then dropped guiltily. Oh, Katharine had everything beauty, mind, ch... | t serious," she said quickly. "But I m fearfully serious,"<|quote|>said Cassandra, with a little shudder, and her look showed that she spoke the truth. She turned and glanced at Katharine as she had never glanced at her before. There was fear in her glance, which darted on her and then dropped guiltily. Oh, Katharine h... | Cassandra s face, as if she had implied some other, more mysterious, relationship. She was stung with compunction. She marveled at her own rashness in having influenced the life of another, as she had influenced Cassandra s life. "We weren t serious," she said quickly. "But I m fearfully serious,"<|quote|>said Cassandr... | dull red cover of the prescribed volume, which, however, possessed a talismanic property, since William admired it. He had advised a little serious reading for the morning hours. "Have _you_ read Macaulay?" she asked. "No. William never tried to educate me." As she spoke she saw the light fade from Cassandra s face, as... | impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!"... | was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was... | She would remember to send Mr. Hilbery the first daffodil she saw. And, as she ran back into the hall to tell Katharine, she felt, she had always felt, that Shakespeare s command to leave his bones undisturbed applied only to odious curiosity-mongers not to dear Sir John and herself. Leaving her daughter to cogitate th... | t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going to spend the morning with those dull old letters, because if so" The dull old letters, which would have turned the heads of the most sober of collectors, were laid upon a table, and, after a moment s pause, Cassandra, looking grave all of a sudden... | Night And Day |
"Was that him?" | Cassandra Otway | that was new to her.<|quote|>"Was that him?"</|quote|>she asked. "It was Ralph | gained a look of dignity that was new to her.<|quote|>"Was that him?"</|quote|>she asked. "It was Ralph Denham," Katharine replied. "I meant | and clenched her hands. She suffered more fiery torture in those few minutes than she had suffered in the whole of her life; she learnt more of her capacities for feeling. But when Katharine reappeared she was calm, and had gained a look of dignity that was new to her.<|quote|>"Was that him?"</|quote|>she asked. "It wa... | She called her cold, unseeing, unscrupulous, but the only sign she gave outwardly was a curious one she reached out her hand and grasped the volume of history. At that moment the bell of the telephone rang and Katharine went to answer it. Cassandra, released from observation, dropped her book and clenched her hands. Sh... | rashness in having influenced the life of another, as she had influenced Cassandra s life. "We weren t serious," she said quickly. "But I m fearfully serious," said Cassandra, with a little shudder, and her look showed that she spoke the truth. She turned and glanced at Katharine as she had never glanced at her before.... | Why shouldn t you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round... | dust. The china shepherdesses were already shining from a bath of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the cours... | She marveled at her own rashness in having influenced the life of another, as she had influenced Cassandra s life. "We weren t serious," she said quickly. "But I m fearfully serious," said Cassandra, with a little shudder, and her look showed that she spoke the truth. She turned and glanced at Katharine as she had neve... | Night And Day |
she asked. | No speaker | to her. "Was that him?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"It was Ralph Denham," Katharine | of dignity that was new to her. "Was that him?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"It was Ralph Denham," Katharine replied. "I meant Ralph Denham." | hands. She suffered more fiery torture in those few minutes than she had suffered in the whole of her life; she learnt more of her capacities for feeling. But when Katharine reappeared she was calm, and had gained a look of dignity that was new to her. "Was that him?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"It was Ralph Denham," ... | cold, unseeing, unscrupulous, but the only sign she gave outwardly was a curious one she reached out her hand and grasped the volume of history. At that moment the bell of the telephone rang and Katharine went to answer it. Cassandra, released from observation, dropped her book and clenched her hands. She suffered more... | influenced the life of another, as she had influenced Cassandra s life. "We weren t serious," she said quickly. "But I m fearfully serious," said Cassandra, with a little shudder, and her look showed that she spoke the truth. She turned and glanced at Katharine as she had never glanced at her before. There was fear in ... | you ?" "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book... | shepherdesses were already shining from a bath of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning... | shan t be able to settle to Macaulay," said Cassandra, looking ruefully at the dull red cover of the prescribed volume, which, however, possessed a talismanic property, since William admired it. He had advised a little serious reading for the morning hours. "Have _you_ read Macaulay?" she asked. "No. William never trie... | Night And Day |
"It was Ralph Denham," | Katharine Hilbery | "Was that him?" she asked.<|quote|>"It was Ralph Denham,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. "I meant Ralph | that was new to her. "Was that him?" she asked.<|quote|>"It was Ralph Denham,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. "I meant Ralph Denham." "Why did you mean | suffered more fiery torture in those few minutes than she had suffered in the whole of her life; she learnt more of her capacities for feeling. But when Katharine reappeared she was calm, and had gained a look of dignity that was new to her. "Was that him?" she asked.<|quote|>"It was Ralph Denham,"</|quote|>Katharine r... | unscrupulous, but the only sign she gave outwardly was a curious one she reached out her hand and grasped the volume of history. At that moment the bell of the telephone rang and Katharine went to answer it. Cassandra, released from observation, dropped her book and clenched her hands. She suffered more fiery torture i... | life of another, as she had influenced Cassandra s life. "We weren t serious," she said quickly. "But I m fearfully serious," said Cassandra, with a little shudder, and her look showed that she spoke the truth. She turned and glanced at Katharine as she had never glanced at her before. There was fear in her glance, whi... | "Yes?" "Why shouldn t you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her... | already shining from a bath of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met o... | some other, more mysterious, relationship. She was stung with compunction. She marveled at her own rashness in having influenced the life of another, as she had influenced Cassandra s life. "We weren t serious," she said quickly. "But I m fearfully serious," said Cassandra, with a little shudder, and her look showed th... | Night And Day |
Katharine replied. | No speaker | asked. "It was Ralph Denham,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"I meant Ralph Denham." "Why | her. "Was that him?" she asked. "It was Ralph Denham,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"I meant Ralph Denham." "Why did you mean Ralph Denham? | in those few minutes than she had suffered in the whole of her life; she learnt more of her capacities for feeling. But when Katharine reappeared she was calm, and had gained a look of dignity that was new to her. "Was that him?" she asked. "It was Ralph Denham,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"I meant Ralph Denha... | sign she gave outwardly was a curious one she reached out her hand and grasped the volume of history. At that moment the bell of the telephone rang and Katharine went to answer it. Cassandra, released from observation, dropped her book and clenched her hands. She suffered more fiery torture in those few minutes than sh... | she had influenced Cassandra s life. "We weren t serious," she said quickly. "But I m fearfully serious," said Cassandra, with a little shudder, and her look showed that she spoke the truth. She turned and glanced at Katharine as she had never glanced at her before. There was fear in her glance, which darted on her and... | you be happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say y... | bath of hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassand... | were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch of her arms. "I must," Cassandra replied briefly. "Well, I m going to leave you to look for it by yourself." "Oh, no, Katharine. Please stay and help me. You see you see I told William I d read a little every day. And I wa... | Night And Day |
"I meant Ralph Denham." | Cassandra Otway | was Ralph Denham," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"I meant Ralph Denham."</|quote|>"Why did you mean Ralph | that him?" she asked. "It was Ralph Denham," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"I meant Ralph Denham."</|quote|>"Why did you mean Ralph Denham? What has William told | few minutes than she had suffered in the whole of her life; she learnt more of her capacities for feeling. But when Katharine reappeared she was calm, and had gained a look of dignity that was new to her. "Was that him?" she asked. "It was Ralph Denham," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"I meant Ralph Denham."</|quote|>"Why ... | gave outwardly was a curious one she reached out her hand and grasped the volume of history. At that moment the bell of the telephone rang and Katharine went to answer it. Cassandra, released from observation, dropped her book and clenched her hands. She suffered more fiery torture in those few minutes than she had suf... | influenced Cassandra s life. "We weren t serious," she said quickly. "But I m fearfully serious," said Cassandra, with a little shudder, and her look showed that she spoke the truth. She turned and glanced at Katharine as she had never glanced at her before. There was fear in her glance, which darted on her and then dr... | happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d be... | hot water. The writing-table might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who ... | of Richard Alardyce attracted their attention. "I wonder what he was like?" It was a question that Katharine had often asked herself lately. "Oh, a fraud like the rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into ... | Night And Day |
"Why did you mean Ralph Denham? What has William told you about Ralph Denham?" | Katharine Hilbery | replied. "I meant Ralph Denham."<|quote|>"Why did you mean Ralph Denham? What has William told you about Ralph Denham?"</|quote|>The accusation that Katharine was | "It was Ralph Denham," Katharine replied. "I meant Ralph Denham."<|quote|>"Why did you mean Ralph Denham? What has William told you about Ralph Denham?"</|quote|>The accusation that Katharine was calm, callous, and indifferent was | had suffered in the whole of her life; she learnt more of her capacities for feeling. But when Katharine reappeared she was calm, and had gained a look of dignity that was new to her. "Was that him?" she asked. "It was Ralph Denham," Katharine replied. "I meant Ralph Denham."<|quote|>"Why did you mean Ralph Denham? Wha... | curious one she reached out her hand and grasped the volume of history. At that moment the bell of the telephone rang and Katharine went to answer it. Cassandra, released from observation, dropped her book and clenched her hands. She suffered more fiery torture in those few minutes than she had suffered in the whole of... | "We weren t serious," she said quickly. "But I m fearfully serious," said Cassandra, with a little shudder, and her look showed that she spoke the truth. She turned and glanced at Katharine as she had never glanced at her before. There was fear in her glance, which darted on her and then dropped guiltily. Oh, Katharine... | quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read... | might have belonged to a professional man of methodical habits. Gathering together a few papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with suc... | rest of them at least Henry says so," Cassandra replied. "Though I don t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in... | Night And Day |
The accusation that Katharine was calm, callous, and indifferent was not possible in face of her present air of animation. She gave Cassandra no time to frame an answer. | No speaker | told you about Ralph Denham?"<|quote|>The accusation that Katharine was calm, callous, and indifferent was not possible in face of her present air of animation. She gave Cassandra no time to frame an answer.</|quote|>"Now, when are you and | Ralph Denham? What has William told you about Ralph Denham?"<|quote|>The accusation that Katharine was calm, callous, and indifferent was not possible in face of her present air of animation. She gave Cassandra no time to frame an answer.</|quote|>"Now, when are you and William going to be married?" | for feeling. But when Katharine reappeared she was calm, and had gained a look of dignity that was new to her. "Was that him?" she asked. "It was Ralph Denham," Katharine replied. "I meant Ralph Denham." "Why did you mean Ralph Denham? What has William told you about Ralph Denham?"<|quote|>The accusation that Katharine... | that moment the bell of the telephone rang and Katharine went to answer it. Cassandra, released from observation, dropped her book and clenched her hands. She suffered more fiery torture in those few minutes than she had suffered in the whole of her life; she learnt more of her capacities for feeling. But when Katharin... | with a little shudder, and her look showed that she spoke the truth. She turned and glanced at Katharine as she had never glanced at her before. There was fear in her glance, which darted on her and then dropped guiltily. Oh, Katharine had everything beauty, mind, character. She could never compete with Katharine; she ... | let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra,... | papers upon which she was at work, Katharine proceeded to her own room with the intention of looking through them, perhaps, in the course of the morning. But she was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before t... | happy too?" "I am quite happy," Katharine replied. "I mean as I am. Katharine," she said impulsively, "do let s be married on the same day." "To the same man?" "Oh, no, no. But why shouldn t you marry some one else?" "Here s your Macaulay," said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d be... | Night And Day |
"Now, when are you and William going to be married?" | Katharine Hilbery | time to frame an answer.<|quote|>"Now, when are you and William going to be married?"</|quote|>she asked. Cassandra made no | animation. She gave Cassandra no time to frame an answer.<|quote|>"Now, when are you and William going to be married?"</|quote|>she asked. Cassandra made no reply for some moments. It | Denham," Katharine replied. "I meant Ralph Denham." "Why did you mean Ralph Denham? What has William told you about Ralph Denham?" The accusation that Katharine was calm, callous, and indifferent was not possible in face of her present air of animation. She gave Cassandra no time to frame an answer.<|quote|>"Now, when ... | torture in those few minutes than she had suffered in the whole of her life; she learnt more of her capacities for feeling. But when Katharine reappeared she was calm, and had gained a look of dignity that was new to her. "Was that him?" she asked. "It was Ralph Denham," Katharine replied. "I meant Ralph Denham." "Why ... | fear in her glance, which darted on her and then dropped guiltily. Oh, Katharine had everything beauty, mind, character. She could never compete with Katharine; she could never be safe so long as Katharine brooded over her, dominating her, disposing of her. She called her cold, unseeing, unscrupulous, but the only sign... | Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. "I should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table. "Would you rather not talk?" "We ve talked enough already," Katharine replied evasively. "I know I shan t... | was met on the stairs by Cassandra, who followed her up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd... | a little shudder, and her look showed that she spoke the truth. She turned and glanced at Katharine as she had never glanced at her before. There was fear in her glance, which darted on her and then dropped guiltily. Oh, Katharine had everything beauty, mind, character. She could never compete with Katharine; she could... | Night And Day |
she asked. Cassandra made no reply for some moments. It was, indeed, a very difficult question to answer. In conversation the night before, William had indicated to Cassandra that, in his belief, Katharine was becoming engaged to Ralph Denham in the dining-room. Cassandra, in the rosy light of her own circumstances, ha... | No speaker | William going to be married?"<|quote|>she asked. Cassandra made no reply for some moments. It was, indeed, a very difficult question to answer. In conversation the night before, William had indicated to Cassandra that, in his belief, Katharine was becoming engaged to Ralph Denham in the dining-room. Cassandra, in the r... | "Now, when are you and William going to be married?"<|quote|>she asked. Cassandra made no reply for some moments. It was, indeed, a very difficult question to answer. In conversation the night before, William had indicated to Cassandra that, in his belief, Katharine was becoming engaged to Ralph Denham in the dining-ro... | mean Ralph Denham? What has William told you about Ralph Denham?" The accusation that Katharine was calm, callous, and indifferent was not possible in face of her present air of animation. She gave Cassandra no time to frame an answer. "Now, when are you and William going to be married?"<|quote|>she asked. Cassandra ma... | the whole of her life; she learnt more of her capacities for feeling. But when Katharine reappeared she was calm, and had gained a look of dignity that was new to her. "Was that him?" she asked. "It was Ralph Denham," Katharine replied. "I meant Ralph Denham." "Why did you mean Ralph Denham? What has William told you a... | dropped guiltily. Oh, Katharine had everything beauty, mind, character. She could never compete with Katharine; she could never be safe so long as Katharine brooded over her, dominating her, disposing of her. She called her cold, unseeing, unscrupulous, but the only sign she gave outwardly was a curious one she reached... | should say you d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time." "Damn Lord Macaulay!" cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table. "Would you rather not talk?" "We ve talked enough already," Katharine replied evasively. "I know I shan t be able to settle to Macaulay," said Cassandra, lookin... | up, but with such intervals between each step that Katharine began to feel her purpose dwindling before they had reached the door. Cassandra leant over the banisters, and looked down upon the Persian rug that lay on the floor of the hall. "Doesn t everything look odd this morning?" she inquired. "Are you really going t... | "But I m fearfully serious," said Cassandra, with a little shudder, and her look showed that she spoke the truth. She turned and glanced at Katharine as she had never glanced at her before. There was fear in her glance, which darted on her and then dropped guiltily. Oh, Katharine had everything beauty, mind, character.... | Night And Day |
"Very like William," | Katharine Hilbery | surprise than is desirable "<|quote|>"Very like William,"</|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, having gathered the | is bound to cause more surprise than is desirable "<|quote|>"Very like William,"</|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, having gathered the drift of these remarks with | what I have reason to think will happen, should happen within reasonable time, and the present position is not in any way offensive to you, delay would, in my opinion, serve all our interests better than a premature explanation, which is bound to cause more surprise than is desirable "<|quote|>"Very like William,"</|qu... | he would prefer the announcement of their engagement to coincide with that of Katharine s. This document Cassandra now produced, and read aloud, with considerable excisions and much hesitation. "... a thousand pities ahem I fear we shall cause a great deal of natural annoyance. If, on the other hand, what I have reason... | frame an answer. "Now, when are you and William going to be married?" she asked. Cassandra made no reply for some moments. It was, indeed, a very difficult question to answer. In conversation the night before, William had indicated to Cassandra that, in his belief, Katharine was becoming engaged to Ralph Denham in the ... | before. There was fear in her glance, which darted on her and then dropped guiltily. Oh, Katharine had everything beauty, mind, character. She could never compete with Katharine; she could never be safe so long as Katharine brooded over her, dominating her, disposing of her. She called her cold, unseeing, unscrupulous,... | t believe everything Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine as... | suffered in the whole of her life; she learnt more of her capacities for feeling. But when Katharine reappeared she was calm, and had gained a look of dignity that was new to her. "Was that him?" she asked. "It was Ralph Denham," Katharine replied. "I meant Ralph Denham." "Why did you mean Ralph Denham? What has Willia... | Night And Day |
Katharine exclaimed, having gathered the drift of these remarks with a speed that, by itself, disconcerted Cassandra. | No speaker | desirable " "Very like William,"<|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, having gathered the drift of these remarks with a speed that, by itself, disconcerted Cassandra.</|quote|>"I quite understand his feelings," | cause more surprise than is desirable " "Very like William,"<|quote|>Katharine exclaimed, having gathered the drift of these remarks with a speed that, by itself, disconcerted Cassandra.</|quote|>"I quite understand his feelings," Cassandra replied. "I quite agree | reason to think will happen, should happen within reasonable time, and the present position is not in any way offensive to you, delay would, in my opinion, serve all our interests better than a premature explanation, which is bound to cause more surprise than is desirable " "Very like William,"<|quote|>Katharine exclai... | the announcement of their engagement to coincide with that of Katharine s. This document Cassandra now produced, and read aloud, with considerable excisions and much hesitation. "... a thousand pities ahem I fear we shall cause a great deal of natural annoyance. If, on the other hand, what I have reason to think will h... | "Now, when are you and William going to be married?" she asked. Cassandra made no reply for some moments. It was, indeed, a very difficult question to answer. In conversation the night before, William had indicated to Cassandra that, in his belief, Katharine was becoming engaged to Ralph Denham in the dining-room. Cass... | fear in her glance, which darted on her and then dropped guiltily. Oh, Katharine had everything beauty, mind, character. She could never compete with Katharine; she could never be safe so long as Katharine brooded over her, dominating her, disposing of her. She called her cold, unseeing, unscrupulous, but the only sign... | Henry says," she added a little defensively. Down they went into Mr. Hilbery s study, where they began to look among his books. So desultory was this examination that some fifteen minutes failed to discover the work they were in search of. "Must you read Macaulay s History, Cassandra?" Katharine asked, with a stretch o... | her look showed that she spoke the truth. She turned and glanced at Katharine as she had never glanced at her before. There was fear in her glance, which darted on her and then dropped guiltily. Oh, Katharine had everything beauty, mind, character. She could never compete with Katharine; she could never be safe so long... | Night And Day |
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