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"Don t trouble don t bother. We shall find it" | Mrs. Hilbery | the corner of the hearthrug.<|quote|>"Don t trouble don t bother. We shall find it"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery began, and then | Ralph, stooping to turn up the corner of the hearthrug.<|quote|>"Don t trouble don t bother. We shall find it"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery began, and then saw her husband and exclaimed: | laughing and looking under the table, so that his entrance passed momentarily unperceived. Katharine, with flushed cheeks, raised her head and said: "Well, that s my last attempt at the dramatic." "It s astonishing what a distance they roll," said Ralph, stooping to turn up the corner of the hearthrug.<|quote|>"Don t t... | the meaning of his instructions. She had plunged them all into the most odious confusion. He waited a moment, and then, with much preliminary rattling of the handle, opened the door a second time. They had all regained their places; some incident of an absurd nature had now set them laughing and looking under the table... | tears forced themselves into her eyes, and ran down her cheeks, while William, equally moved, seized her hand and pressed it to his lips. No one perceived that the drawing-room door had opened itself sufficiently to admit at least half the person of Mr. Hilbery, or saw him gaze at the scene round the tea-table with an ... | have put you into a most odious position," Rodney went on, rising from his seat, in which movement he was imitated simultaneously by Cassandra. "Until I have your father s consent I have no right to speak to you let alone in this house, where my conduct" he looked at Katharine, stammered, and fell silent "where my cond... | her own satisfaction, although nobody felt certain what thing precisely it was. "I find Cassandra," she repeated. "She missed her train," Katharine interposed, seeing that Cassandra was unable to speak. "Life," began Mrs. Hilbery, drawing inspiration from the portraits on the wall apparently, "consists in missing train... | we all meet in spirit, until she appeared oblivious of any one in the room. But suddenly her remarks seemed to contract the enormously wide circle in which they were soaring and to alight, airily and temporarily, upon matters of more immediate moment. "Katharine and Ralph," she said, as if to try the sound. "William an... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Hilbery began, and then saw her husband and exclaimed: | No speaker | bother. We shall find it"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery began, and then saw her husband and exclaimed:</|quote|>"Oh, Trevor, we re looking | "Don t trouble don t bother. We shall find it"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery began, and then saw her husband and exclaimed:</|quote|>"Oh, Trevor, we re looking for Cassandra s engagement-ring!" Mr. | passed momentarily unperceived. Katharine, with flushed cheeks, raised her head and said: "Well, that s my last attempt at the dramatic." "It s astonishing what a distance they roll," said Ralph, stooping to turn up the corner of the hearthrug. "Don t trouble don t bother. We shall find it"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery began, ... | into the most odious confusion. He waited a moment, and then, with much preliminary rattling of the handle, opened the door a second time. They had all regained their places; some incident of an absurd nature had now set them laughing and looking under the table, so that his entrance passed momentarily unperceived. Kat... | cheeks, while William, equally moved, seized her hand and pressed it to his lips. No one perceived that the drawing-room door had opened itself sufficiently to admit at least half the person of Mr. Hilbery, or saw him gaze at the scene round the tea-table with an expression of the utmost disgust and expostulation. He w... | on, rising from his seat, in which movement he was imitated simultaneously by Cassandra. "Until I have your father s consent I have no right to speak to you let alone in this house, where my conduct" he looked at Katharine, stammered, and fell silent "where my conduct has been reprehensible and inexcusable in the extre... | it was. "I find Cassandra," she repeated. "She missed her train," Katharine interposed, seeing that Cassandra was unable to speak. "Life," began Mrs. Hilbery, drawing inspiration from the portraits on the wall apparently, "consists in missing trains and in finding" But she pulled herself up and remarked that the kettle... | looked at Katharine, stammered, and fell silent "where my conduct has been reprehensible and inexcusable in the extreme," he forced himself to continue. "I have explained everything to your mother. She is so generous as to try and make me believe that I have done no harm you have convinced her that my behavior, selfish... | Night And Day |
"Oh, Trevor, we re looking for Cassandra s engagement-ring!" | Mrs. Hilbery | saw her husband and exclaimed:<|quote|>"Oh, Trevor, we re looking for Cassandra s engagement-ring!"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery looked instinctively at | Mrs. Hilbery began, and then saw her husband and exclaimed:<|quote|>"Oh, Trevor, we re looking for Cassandra s engagement-ring!"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery looked instinctively at the carpet. Remarkably enough, the | and said: "Well, that s my last attempt at the dramatic." "It s astonishing what a distance they roll," said Ralph, stooping to turn up the corner of the hearthrug. "Don t trouble don t bother. We shall find it" Mrs. Hilbery began, and then saw her husband and exclaimed:<|quote|>"Oh, Trevor, we re looking for Cassandra... | then, with much preliminary rattling of the handle, opened the door a second time. They had all regained their places; some incident of an absurd nature had now set them laughing and looking under the table, so that his entrance passed momentarily unperceived. Katharine, with flushed cheeks, raised her head and said: "... | it to his lips. No one perceived that the drawing-room door had opened itself sufficiently to admit at least half the person of Mr. Hilbery, or saw him gaze at the scene round the tea-table with an expression of the utmost disgust and expostulation. He withdrew unseen. He paused outside on the landing trying to recover... | imitated simultaneously by Cassandra. "Until I have your father s consent I have no right to speak to you let alone in this house, where my conduct" he looked at Katharine, stammered, and fell silent "where my conduct has been reprehensible and inexcusable in the extreme," he forced himself to continue. "I have explain... | train," Katharine interposed, seeing that Cassandra was unable to speak. "Life," began Mrs. Hilbery, drawing inspiration from the portraits on the wall apparently, "consists in missing trains and in finding" But she pulled herself up and remarked that the kettle must have boiled completely over everything. To Katharine... | until she appeared oblivious of any one in the room. But suddenly her remarks seemed to contract the enormously wide circle in which they were soaring and to alight, airily and temporarily, upon matters of more immediate moment. "Katharine and Ralph," she said, as if to try the sound. "William and Cassandra." "I feel m... | Night And Day |
Mr. Hilbery looked instinctively at the carpet. Remarkably enough, the ring had rolled to the very point where he stood. He saw the rubies touching the tip of his boot. Such is the force of habit that he could not refrain from stooping, with an absurd little thrill of pleasure at being the one to find what others were ... | No speaker | looking for Cassandra s engagement-ring!"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery looked instinctively at the carpet. Remarkably enough, the ring had rolled to the very point where he stood. He saw the rubies touching the tip of his boot. Such is the force of habit that he could not refrain from stooping, with an absurd little thrill of p... | exclaimed: "Oh, Trevor, we re looking for Cassandra s engagement-ring!"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery looked instinctively at the carpet. Remarkably enough, the ring had rolled to the very point where he stood. He saw the rubies touching the tip of his boot. Such is the force of habit that he could not refrain from stooping, wit... | the dramatic." "It s astonishing what a distance they roll," said Ralph, stooping to turn up the corner of the hearthrug. "Don t trouble don t bother. We shall find it" Mrs. Hilbery began, and then saw her husband and exclaimed: "Oh, Trevor, we re looking for Cassandra s engagement-ring!"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery looked ins... | the door a second time. They had all regained their places; some incident of an absurd nature had now set them laughing and looking under the table, so that his entrance passed momentarily unperceived. Katharine, with flushed cheeks, raised her head and said: "Well, that s my last attempt at the dramatic." "It s astoni... | drawing-room door had opened itself sufficiently to admit at least half the person of Mr. Hilbery, or saw him gaze at the scene round the tea-table with an expression of the utmost disgust and expostulation. He withdrew unseen. He paused outside on the landing trying to recover his self-control and to decide what cours... | s consent I have no right to speak to you let alone in this house, where my conduct" he looked at Katharine, stammered, and fell silent "where my conduct has been reprehensible and inexcusable in the extreme," he forced himself to continue. "I have explained everything to your mother. She is so generous as to try and m... | speak. "Life," began Mrs. Hilbery, drawing inspiration from the portraits on the wall apparently, "consists in missing trains and in finding" But she pulled herself up and remarked that the kettle must have boiled completely over everything. To Katharine s agitated mind it appeared that this kettle was an enormous kett... | and to alight, airily and temporarily, upon matters of more immediate moment. "Katharine and Ralph," she said, as if to try the sound. "William and Cassandra." "I feel myself in an entirely false position," said William desperately, thrusting himself into this breach in her reflections. "I ve no right to be sitting her... | Night And Day |
"Oh, Trevor, please tell me, what was the date of the first performance of Hamlet ?" | Mrs. Hilbery | utterance for some time past.<|quote|>"Oh, Trevor, please tell me, what was the date of the first performance of Hamlet ?"</|quote|>In order to answer her | had evidently been pressing for utterance for some time past.<|quote|>"Oh, Trevor, please tell me, what was the date of the first performance of Hamlet ?"</|quote|>In order to answer her Mr. Hilbery had to have | and now altogether sat down. Mrs. Hilbery seemed to have been waiting for the entrance of her husband, and for this precise moment in order to put to him a question which, from the ardor with which she announced it, had evidently been pressing for utterance for some time past.<|quote|>"Oh, Trevor, please tell me, what ... | of complaisance and urbanity, Mr. Hilbery found his resentment completely washed away during the second in which he bent and straightened himself. Cassandra dared to offer her cheek and received his embrace. He nodded with some degree of stiffness to Rodney and Denham, who had both risen upon seeing him, and now altoge... | and exclaimed: "Oh, Trevor, we re looking for Cassandra s engagement-ring!" Mr. Hilbery looked instinctively at the carpet. Remarkably enough, the ring had rolled to the very point where he stood. He saw the rubies touching the tip of his boot. Such is the force of habit that he could not refrain from stooping, with an... | and pressed it to his lips. No one perceived that the drawing-room door had opened itself sufficiently to admit at least half the person of Mr. Hilbery, or saw him gaze at the scene round the tea-table with an expression of the utmost disgust and expostulation. He withdrew unseen. He paused outside on the landing tryin... | tomb. "So much earth and so much water and that sublime spirit brooding over it all," she mused, and went on to sing her strange, half-earthly song of dawns and sunsets, of great poets, and the unchanged spirit of noble loving which they had taught, so that nothing changes, and one age is linked with another, and no on... | it" Mrs. Hilbery began, and then saw her husband and exclaimed: "Oh, Trevor, we re looking for Cassandra s engagement-ring!" Mr. Hilbery looked instinctively at the carpet. Remarkably enough, the ring had rolled to the very point where he stood. He saw the rubies touching the tip of his boot. Such is the force of habit... | Night And Day |
In order to answer her Mr. Hilbery had to have recourse to the exact scholarship of William Rodney, and before he had given his excellent authorities for believing as he believed, Rodney felt himself admitted once more to the society of the civilized and sanctioned by the authority of no less a person than Shakespeare ... | No speaker | first performance of Hamlet ?"<|quote|>In order to answer her Mr. Hilbery had to have recourse to the exact scholarship of William Rodney, and before he had given his excellent authorities for believing as he believed, Rodney felt himself admitted once more to the society of the civilized and sanctioned by the authorit... | was the date of the first performance of Hamlet ?"<|quote|>In order to answer her Mr. Hilbery had to have recourse to the exact scholarship of William Rodney, and before he had given his excellent authorities for believing as he believed, Rodney felt himself admitted once more to the society of the civilized and sancti... | her husband, and for this precise moment in order to put to him a question which, from the ardor with which she announced it, had evidently been pressing for utterance for some time past. "Oh, Trevor, please tell me, what was the date of the first performance of Hamlet ?"<|quote|>In order to answer her Mr. Hilbery had ... | which he bent and straightened himself. Cassandra dared to offer her cheek and received his embrace. He nodded with some degree of stiffness to Rodney and Denham, who had both risen upon seeing him, and now altogether sat down. Mrs. Hilbery seemed to have been waiting for the entrance of her husband, and for this preci... | the carpet. Remarkably enough, the ring had rolled to the very point where he stood. He saw the rubies touching the tip of his boot. Such is the force of habit that he could not refrain from stooping, with an absurd little thrill of pleasure at being the one to find what others were looking for, and, picking the ring u... | sufficiently to admit at least half the person of Mr. Hilbery, or saw him gaze at the scene round the tea-table with an expression of the utmost disgust and expostulation. He withdrew unseen. He paused outside on the landing trying to recover his self-control and to decide what course he might with most dignity pursue.... | she mused, and went on to sing her strange, half-earthly song of dawns and sunsets, of great poets, and the unchanged spirit of noble loving which they had taught, so that nothing changes, and one age is linked with another, and no one dies, and we all meet in spirit, until she appeared oblivious of any one in the room... | and to decide what course he might with most dignity pursue. It was obvious to him that his wife had entirely confused the meaning of his instructions. She had plunged them all into the most odious confusion. He waited a moment, and then, with much preliminary rattling of the handle, opened the door a second time. They... | Night And Day |
"Don t stay if you want to go, Katharine. There s the little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph" | Mrs. Hilbery | daughter once or twice, remarked:<|quote|>"Don t stay if you want to go, Katharine. There s the little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph"</|quote|>"We re engaged," said Katharine, | had looked wistfully at her daughter once or twice, remarked:<|quote|>"Don t stay if you want to go, Katharine. There s the little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph"</|quote|>"We re engaged," said Katharine, waking with a start, and | man she loved. Or what was the state of affairs between them? An extraordinary confusion of emotion was beginning to get the better of him, when Mrs. Hilbery, who had been conscious of a sudden pause in the conversation, and had looked wistfully at her daughter once or twice, remarked:<|quote|>"Don t stay if you want t... | man; he was likely to get his own way. He could, he thought, looking at his still and very dignified head, understand Katharine s preference, and, as he thought this, he was surprised by a pang of acute jealousy. She might have married Rodney without causing him a twinge. This man she loved. Or what was the state of af... | back in her chair at the head of the tea-table, perfectly silent, looking vaguely past them all, receiving the most generalized ideas of human heads against pictures, against yellow-tinted walls, against curtains of deep crimson velvet. Denham, to whom he turned next, shared her immobility under his gaze. But beneath h... | for this precise moment in order to put to him a question which, from the ardor with which she announced it, had evidently been pressing for utterance for some time past. "Oh, Trevor, please tell me, what was the date of the first performance of Hamlet ?" In order to answer her Mr. Hilbery had to have recourse to the e... | with you ve been always" but here her voice died away, and the tears forced themselves into her eyes, and ran down her cheeks, while William, equally moved, seized her hand and pressed it to his lips. No one perceived that the drawing-room door had opened itself sufficiently to admit at least half the person of Mr. Hil... | thrill of pleasure at being the one to find what others were looking for, and, picking the ring up, he presented it, with a bow that was courtly in the extreme, to Cassandra. Whether the making of a bow released automatically feelings of complaisance and urbanity, Mr. Hilbery found his resentment completely washed away... | Night And Day |
"We re engaged," | Katharine Hilbery | there. Perhaps you and Ralph"<|quote|>"We re engaged,"</|quote|>said Katharine, waking with a | s the little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph"<|quote|>"We re engaged,"</|quote|>said Katharine, waking with a start, and looking straight at | get the better of him, when Mrs. Hilbery, who had been conscious of a sudden pause in the conversation, and had looked wistfully at her daughter once or twice, remarked: "Don t stay if you want to go, Katharine. There s the little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph"<|quote|>"We re engaged,"</|quote|>said Katharine,... | head, understand Katharine s preference, and, as he thought this, he was surprised by a pang of acute jealousy. She might have married Rodney without causing him a twinge. This man she loved. Or what was the state of affairs between them? An extraordinary confusion of emotion was beginning to get the better of him, whe... | generalized ideas of human heads against pictures, against yellow-tinted walls, against curtains of deep crimson velvet. Denham, to whom he turned next, shared her immobility under his gaze. But beneath his restraint and calm it was possible to detect a resolution, a will, set now with unalterable tenacity, which made ... | it, had evidently been pressing for utterance for some time past. "Oh, Trevor, please tell me, what was the date of the first performance of Hamlet ?" In order to answer her Mr. Hilbery had to have recourse to the exact scholarship of William Rodney, and before he had given his excellent authorities for believing as he... | ran down her cheeks, while William, equally moved, seized her hand and pressed it to his lips. No one perceived that the drawing-room door had opened itself sufficiently to admit at least half the person of Mr. Hilbery, or saw him gaze at the scene round the tea-table with an expression of the utmost disgust and expost... | one to find what others were looking for, and, picking the ring up, he presented it, with a bow that was courtly in the extreme, to Cassandra. Whether the making of a bow released automatically feelings of complaisance and urbanity, Mr. Hilbery found his resentment completely washed away during the second in which he b... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, waking with a start, and looking straight at her father. He was taken aback by the directness of the statement; he exclaimed as if an unexpected blow had struck him. Had he loved her to see her swept away by this torrent, to have her taken from him by this uncontrollable force, to stand by helpless, ign... | No speaker | and Ralph" "We re engaged,"<|quote|>said Katharine, waking with a start, and looking straight at her father. He was taken aback by the directness of the statement; he exclaimed as if an unexpected blow had struck him. Had he loved her to see her swept away by this torrent, to have her taken from him by this uncontrolla... | room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph" "We re engaged,"<|quote|>said Katharine, waking with a start, and looking straight at her father. He was taken aback by the directness of the statement; he exclaimed as if an unexpected blow had struck him. Had he loved her to see her swept away by this torrent, to have her taken... | of him, when Mrs. Hilbery, who had been conscious of a sudden pause in the conversation, and had looked wistfully at her daughter once or twice, remarked: "Don t stay if you want to go, Katharine. There s the little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph" "We re engaged,"<|quote|>said Katharine, waking with a start, an... | s preference, and, as he thought this, he was surprised by a pang of acute jealousy. She might have married Rodney without causing him a twinge. This man she loved. Or what was the state of affairs between them? An extraordinary confusion of emotion was beginning to get the better of him, when Mrs. Hilbery, who had bee... | human heads against pictures, against yellow-tinted walls, against curtains of deep crimson velvet. Denham, to whom he turned next, shared her immobility under his gaze. But beneath his restraint and calm it was possible to detect a resolution, a will, set now with unalterable tenacity, which made such turns of speech ... | been pressing for utterance for some time past. "Oh, Trevor, please tell me, what was the date of the first performance of Hamlet ?" In order to answer her Mr. Hilbery had to have recourse to the exact scholarship of William Rodney, and before he had given his excellent authorities for believing as he believed, Rodney ... | cheeks, while William, equally moved, seized her hand and pressed it to his lips. No one perceived that the drawing-room door had opened itself sufficiently to admit at least half the person of Mr. Hilbery, or saw him gaze at the scene round the tea-table with an expression of the utmost disgust and expostulation. He w... | received his embrace. He nodded with some degree of stiffness to Rodney and Denham, who had both risen upon seeing him, and now altogether sat down. Mrs. Hilbery seemed to have been waiting for the entrance of her husband, and for this precise moment in order to put to him a question which, from the ardor with which sh... | Night And Day |
"I gathered something of the kind last night," | Mr. Hilbery | nodded very curtly to Denham.<|quote|>"I gathered something of the kind last night,"</|quote|>he said. "I hope you | How he loved her! He nodded very curtly to Denham.<|quote|>"I gathered something of the kind last night,"</|quote|>he said. "I hope you ll deserve her." But he | as if an unexpected blow had struck him. Had he loved her to see her swept away by this torrent, to have her taken from him by this uncontrollable force, to stand by helpless, ignored? Oh, how he loved her! How he loved her! He nodded very curtly to Denham.<|quote|>"I gathered something of the kind last night,"</|quote... | or twice, remarked: "Don t stay if you want to go, Katharine. There s the little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph" "We re engaged," said Katharine, waking with a start, and looking straight at her father. He was taken aback by the directness of the statement; he exclaimed as if an unexpected blow had struck him. ... | very able young man; he was likely to get his own way. He could, he thought, looking at his still and very dignified head, understand Katharine s preference, and, as he thought this, he was surprised by a pang of acute jealousy. She might have married Rodney without causing him a twinge. This man she loved. Or what was... | less a person than Shakespeare himself. The power of literature, which had temporarily deserted Mr. Hilbery, now came back to him, pouring over the raw ugliness of human affairs its soothing balm, and providing a form into which such passions as he had felt so painfully the night before could be molded so that they fel... | might with most dignity pursue. It was obvious to him that his wife had entirely confused the meaning of his instructions. She had plunged them all into the most odious confusion. He waited a moment, and then, with much preliminary rattling of the handle, opened the door a second time. They had all regained their place... | of no less a person than Shakespeare himself. The power of literature, which had temporarily deserted Mr. Hilbery, now came back to him, pouring over the raw ugliness of human affairs its soothing balm, and providing a form into which such passions as he had felt so painfully the night before could be molded so that th... | Night And Day |
he said. | No speaker | of the kind last night,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I hope you ll deserve | to Denham. "I gathered something of the kind last night,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I hope you ll deserve her." But he never looked | Had he loved her to see her swept away by this torrent, to have her taken from him by this uncontrollable force, to stand by helpless, ignored? Oh, how he loved her! How he loved her! He nodded very curtly to Denham. "I gathered something of the kind last night,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I hope you ll deserve her." B... | want to go, Katharine. There s the little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph" "We re engaged," said Katharine, waking with a start, and looking straight at her father. He was taken aback by the directness of the statement; he exclaimed as if an unexpected blow had struck him. Had he loved her to see her swept away ... | get his own way. He could, he thought, looking at his still and very dignified head, understand Katharine s preference, and, as he thought this, he was surprised by a pang of acute jealousy. She might have married Rodney without causing him a twinge. This man she loved. Or what was the state of affairs between them? An... | of literature, which had temporarily deserted Mr. Hilbery, now came back to him, pouring over the raw ugliness of human affairs its soothing balm, and providing a form into which such passions as he had felt so painfully the night before could be molded so that they fell roundly from the tongue in shapely phrases, hurt... | to him that his wife had entirely confused the meaning of his instructions. She had plunged them all into the most odious confusion. He waited a moment, and then, with much preliminary rattling of the handle, opened the door a second time. They had all regained their places; some incident of an absurd nature had now se... | respected the young man; he was a very able young man; he was likely to get his own way. He could, he thought, looking at his still and very dignified head, understand Katharine s preference, and, as he thought this, he was surprised by a pang of acute jealousy. She might have married Rodney without causing him a twing... | Night And Day |
"I hope you ll deserve her." | Mr. Hilbery | kind last night," he said.<|quote|>"I hope you ll deserve her."</|quote|>But he never looked at | "I gathered something of the kind last night," he said.<|quote|>"I hope you ll deserve her."</|quote|>But he never looked at his daughter, and strode out | loved her to see her swept away by this torrent, to have her taken from him by this uncontrollable force, to stand by helpless, ignored? Oh, how he loved her! How he loved her! He nodded very curtly to Denham. "I gathered something of the kind last night," he said.<|quote|>"I hope you ll deserve her."</|quote|>But he n... | go, Katharine. There s the little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph" "We re engaged," said Katharine, waking with a start, and looking straight at her father. He was taken aback by the directness of the statement; he exclaimed as if an unexpected blow had struck him. Had he loved her to see her swept away by this ... | own way. He could, he thought, looking at his still and very dignified head, understand Katharine s preference, and, as he thought this, he was surprised by a pang of acute jealousy. She might have married Rodney without causing him a twinge. This man she loved. Or what was the state of affairs between them? An extraor... | which had temporarily deserted Mr. Hilbery, now came back to him, pouring over the raw ugliness of human affairs its soothing balm, and providing a form into which such passions as he had felt so painfully the night before could be molded so that they fell roundly from the tongue in shapely phrases, hurting nobody. He ... | that his wife had entirely confused the meaning of his instructions. She had plunged them all into the most odious confusion. He waited a moment, and then, with much preliminary rattling of the handle, opened the door a second time. They had all regained their places; some incident of an absurd nature had now set them ... | no less a person than Shakespeare himself. The power of literature, which had temporarily deserted Mr. Hilbery, now came back to him, pouring over the raw ugliness of human affairs its soothing balm, and providing a form into which such passions as he had felt so painfully the night before could be molded so that they ... | Night And Day |
But he never looked at his daughter, and strode out of the room, leaving in the minds of the women a sense, half of awe, half of amusement, at the extravagant, inconsiderate, uncivilized male, outraged somehow and gone bellowing to his lair with a roar which still sometimes reverberates in the most polished of drawing-... | No speaker | hope you ll deserve her."<|quote|>But he never looked at his daughter, and strode out of the room, leaving in the minds of the women a sense, half of awe, half of amusement, at the extravagant, inconsiderate, uncivilized male, outraged somehow and gone bellowing to his lair with a roar which still sometimes reverberate... | last night," he said. "I hope you ll deserve her."<|quote|>But he never looked at his daughter, and strode out of the room, leaving in the minds of the women a sense, half of awe, half of amusement, at the extravagant, inconsiderate, uncivilized male, outraged somehow and gone bellowing to his lair with a roar which st... | away by this torrent, to have her taken from him by this uncontrollable force, to stand by helpless, ignored? Oh, how he loved her! How he loved her! He nodded very curtly to Denham. "I gathered something of the kind last night," he said. "I hope you ll deserve her."<|quote|>But he never looked at his daughter, and str... | room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph" "We re engaged," said Katharine, waking with a start, and looking straight at her father. He was taken aback by the directness of the statement; he exclaimed as if an unexpected blow had struck him. Had he loved her to see her swept away by this torrent, to have her taken from hi... | looking at his still and very dignified head, understand Katharine s preference, and, as he thought this, he was surprised by a pang of acute jealousy. She might have married Rodney without causing him a twinge. This man she loved. Or what was the state of affairs between them? An extraordinary confusion of emotion was... | now came back to him, pouring over the raw ugliness of human affairs its soothing balm, and providing a form into which such passions as he had felt so painfully the night before could be molded so that they fell roundly from the tongue in shapely phrases, hurting nobody. He was sufficiently sure of his command of lang... | the meaning of his instructions. She had plunged them all into the most odious confusion. He waited a moment, and then, with much preliminary rattling of the handle, opened the door a second time. They had all regained their places; some incident of an absurd nature had now set them laughing and looking under the table... | that was courtly in the extreme, to Cassandra. Whether the making of a bow released automatically feelings of complaisance and urbanity, Mr. Hilbery found his resentment completely washed away during the second in which he bent and straightened himself. Cassandra dared to offer her cheek and received his embrace. He no... | Night And Day |
"At last!" | Katharine Hilbery | silence, and the open air.<|quote|>"At last!"</|quote|>she breathed, as the front | anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air.<|quote|>"At last!"</|quote|>she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him | to what they wished to do, and in a moment she joined him in the hall dressed for walking. The night was still and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air.<|quote|>"At last!"</|quote|>she breathed, as... | piano; the door closed softly behind them. His eyes rested on the closed door for some seconds unwaveringly, but, by degrees, the look of expectation died out of them, and, with a sigh, he listened to the music. Katharine and Ralph were agreed with scarcely a word of discussion as to what they wished to do, and in a mo... | polished wood; good wine was passed round the dinner-table; before the meal was far advanced civilization had triumphed, and Mr. Hilbery presided over a feast which came to wear more and more surely an aspect, cheerful, dignified, promising well for the future. To judge from the expression in Katharine s eyes it promis... | her daughter once or twice, remarked: "Don t stay if you want to go, Katharine. There s the little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph" "We re engaged," said Katharine, waking with a start, and looking straight at her father. He was taken aback by the directness of the statement; he exclaimed as if an unexpected blo... | the entrance of her husband, and for this precise moment in order to put to him a question which, from the ardor with which she announced it, had evidently been pressing for utterance for some time past. "Oh, Trevor, please tell me, what was the date of the first performance of Hamlet ?" In order to answer her Mr. Hilb... | How he loved her! He nodded very curtly to Denham. "I gathered something of the kind last night," he said. "I hope you ll deserve her." But he never looked at his daughter, and strode out of the room, leaving in the minds of the women a sense, half of awe, half of amusement, at the extravagant, inconsiderate, unciviliz... | Night And Day |
she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how she had waited, fidgeted, thought he was never coming, listened for the sound of doors, half expected to see him again under the lamp-post, looking at the house. They turned and looked at the serene front with its gold-rimmed windows, to him the shrine of so much a... | No speaker | the open air. "At last!"<|quote|>she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how she had waited, fidgeted, thought he was never coming, listened for the sound of doors, half expected to see him again under the lamp-post, looking at the house. They turned and looked at the serene front with its gold-rimmed window... | freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air. "At last!"<|quote|>she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how she had waited, fidgeted, thought he was never coming, listened for the sound of doors, half expected to see him again under the lamp-post, looking at the house. They turned and looked at the sere... | they wished to do, and in a moment she joined him in the hall dressed for walking. The night was still and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air. "At last!"<|quote|>she breathed, as the front door s... | door closed softly behind them. His eyes rested on the closed door for some seconds unwaveringly, but, by degrees, the look of expectation died out of them, and, with a sigh, he listened to the music. Katharine and Ralph were agreed with scarcely a word of discussion as to what they wished to do, and in a moment she jo... | good wine was passed round the dinner-table; before the meal was far advanced civilization had triumphed, and Mr. Hilbery presided over a feast which came to wear more and more surely an aspect, cheerful, dignified, promising well for the future. To judge from the expression in Katharine s eyes it promised something bu... | once or twice, remarked: "Don t stay if you want to go, Katharine. There s the little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph" "We re engaged," said Katharine, waking with a start, and looking straight at her father. He was taken aback by the directness of the statement; he exclaimed as if an unexpected blow had struck ... | of her husband, and for this precise moment in order to put to him a question which, from the ardor with which she announced it, had evidently been pressing for utterance for some time past. "Oh, Trevor, please tell me, what was the date of the first performance of Hamlet ?" In order to answer her Mr. Hilbery had to ha... | at his still and very dignified head, understand Katharine s preference, and, as he thought this, he was surprised by a pang of acute jealousy. She might have married Rodney without causing him a twinge. This man she loved. Or what was the state of affairs between them? An extraordinary confusion of emotion was beginni... | Night And Day |
"Are you cold?" | Ralph Denham | and flat against the sky.<|quote|>"Are you cold?"</|quote|>he asked, as they stopped | of the city churches pale and flat against the sky.<|quote|>"Are you cold?"</|quote|>he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I | a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pale and flat against the sky.<|quote|>"Are you cold?"</|quote|>he asked, as they sto... | plying both ways along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, th... | under the lamp-post, looking at the house. They turned and looked at the serene front with its gold-rimmed windows, to him the shrine of so much adoration. In spite of her laugh and the little pressure of mockery on his arm, he would not resign his belief, but with her hand resting there, her voice quickened and myster... | aspect, cheerful, dignified, promising well for the future. To judge from the expression in Katharine s eyes it promised something but he checked the approach sentimentality. He poured out wine; he bade Denham help himself. They went upstairs and he saw Katharine and Denham abstract themselves directly Cassandra had as... | yellow-tinted walls, against curtains of deep crimson velvet. Denham, to whom he turned next, shared her immobility under his gaze. But beneath his restraint and calm it was possible to detect a resolution, a will, set now with unalterable tenacity, which made such turns of speech as Mr. Hilbery had at command appear o... | but he checked the approach sentimentality. He poured out wine; he bade Denham help himself. They went upstairs and he saw Katharine and Denham abstract themselves directly Cassandra had asked whether she might not play him something some Mozart? some Beethoven? She sat down to the piano; the door closed softly behind ... | Night And Day |
he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. | No speaker | the sky. "Are you cold?"<|quote|>he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar.</|quote|>"Yes, I am rather," she | churches pale and flat against the sky. "Are you cold?"<|quote|>he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar.</|quote|>"Yes, I am rather," she replied, becoming conscious that the | of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pale and flat against the sky. "Are you cold?"<|quote|>he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar.<... | along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of... | looking at the house. They turned and looked at the serene front with its gold-rimmed windows, to him the shrine of so much adoration. In spite of her laugh and the little pressure of mockery on his arm, he would not resign his belief, but with her hand resting there, her voice quickened and mysteriously moving in his ... | promising well for the future. To judge from the expression in Katharine s eyes it promised something but he checked the approach sentimentality. He poured out wine; he bade Denham help himself. They went upstairs and he saw Katharine and Denham abstract themselves directly Cassandra had asked whether she might not pla... | curtains of deep crimson velvet. Denham, to whom he turned next, shared her immobility under his gaze. But beneath his restraint and calm it was possible to detect a resolution, a will, set now with unalterable tenacity, which made such turns of speech as Mr. Hilbery had at command appear oddly irrelevant. At any rate,... | front door shut. She told him how she had waited, fidgeted, thought he was never coming, listened for the sound of doors, half expected to see him again under the lamp-post, looking at the house. They turned and looked at the serene front with its gold-rimmed windows, to him the shrine of so much adoration. In spite of... | Night And Day |
"Yes, I am rather," | Katharine Hilbery | they stopped by Temple Bar.<|quote|>"Yes, I am rather,"</|quote|>she replied, becoming conscious that | you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar.<|quote|>"Yes, I am rather,"</|quote|>she replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of lights | those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pale and flat against the sky. "Are you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar.<|quote|>"Yes, I am rather,"</|quote|>she rep... | nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the li... | at the serene front with its gold-rimmed windows, to him the shrine of so much adoration. In spite of her laugh and the little pressure of mockery on his arm, he would not resign his belief, but with her hand resting there, her voice quickened and mysteriously moving in his ears, he had not time they had not the same i... | the expression in Katharine s eyes it promised something but he checked the approach sentimentality. He poured out wine; he bade Denham help himself. They went upstairs and he saw Katharine and Denham abstract themselves directly Cassandra had asked whether she might not play him something some Mozart? some Beethoven? ... | he turned next, shared her immobility under his gaze. But beneath his restraint and calm it was possible to detect a resolution, a will, set now with unalterable tenacity, which made such turns of speech as Mr. Hilbery had at command appear oddly irrelevant. At any rate, he said nothing. He respected the young man; he ... | fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air. "At last!" she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how she had waited, fidgeted, thought he was never coming, listened for the sound of doors, half expected ... | Night And Day |
she replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant... | No speaker | Bar. "Yes, I am rather,"<|quote|>she replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some trium... | as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I am rather,"<|quote|>she replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in t... | activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pale and flat against the sky. "Are you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I am rather,"<|quote|>she replied, becoming conscious that ... | impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn c... | with its gold-rimmed windows, to him the shrine of so much adoration. In spite of her laugh and the little pressure of mockery on his arm, he would not resign his belief, but with her hand resting there, her voice quickened and mysteriously moving in his ears, he had not time they had not the same inclination other obj... | s eyes it promised something but he checked the approach sentimentality. He poured out wine; he bade Denham help himself. They went upstairs and he saw Katharine and Denham abstract themselves directly Cassandra had asked whether she might not play him something some Mozart? some Beethoven? She sat down to the piano; t... | her immobility under his gaze. But beneath his restraint and calm it was possible to detect a resolution, a will, set now with unalterable tenacity, which made such turns of speech as Mr. Hilbery had at command appear oddly irrelevant. At any rate, he said nothing. He respected the young man; he was a very able young m... | and strode out of the room, leaving in the minds of the women a sense, half of awe, half of amusement, at the extravagant, inconsiderate, uncivilized male, outraged somehow and gone bellowing to his lair with a roar which still sometimes reverberates in the most polished of drawing-rooms. Then Katharine, looking at the... | Night And Day |
"Oh, that cottage," | Katharine Hilbery | the little circle of light.<|quote|>"Oh, that cottage,"</|quote|>she said. "We must take | at his face isolated in the little circle of light.<|quote|>"Oh, that cottage,"</|quote|>she said. "We must take it and go there." "And | a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light.<|quote|>"Oh, that cottage,"</|quote|>she said. ... | splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But s... | select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and t... | do, and in a moment she joined him in the hall dressed for walking. The night was still and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air. "At last!" she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how s... | This man she loved. Or what was the state of affairs between them? An extraordinary confusion of emotion was beginning to get the better of him, when Mrs. Hilbery, who had been conscious of a sudden pause in the conversation, and had looked wistfully at her daughter once or twice, remarked: "Don t stay if you want to g... | down to the piano; the door closed softly behind them. His eyes rested on the closed door for some seconds unwaveringly, but, by degrees, the look of expectation died out of them, and, with a sigh, he listened to the music. Katharine and Ralph were agreed with scarcely a word of discussion as to what they wished to do,... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | of light. "Oh, that cottage,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"We must take it and | isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"We must take it and go there." "And leave all | for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"We must take it a... | lights drawn past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pa... | these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their sepa... | a moment she joined him in the hall dressed for walking. The night was still and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air. "At last!" she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how she had wait... | loved. Or what was the state of affairs between them? An extraordinary confusion of emotion was beginning to get the better of him, when Mrs. Hilbery, who had been conscious of a sudden pause in the conversation, and had looked wistfully at her daughter once or twice, remarked: "Don t stay if you want to go, Katharine.... | reflected itself in the polished wood; good wine was passed round the dinner-table; before the meal was far advanced civilization had triumphed, and Mr. Hilbery presided over a feast which came to wear more and more surely an aspect, cheerful, dignified, promising well for the future. To judge from the expression in Ka... | Night And Day |
"We must take it and go there." | Katharine Hilbery | "Oh, that cottage," she said.<|quote|>"We must take it and go there."</|quote|>"And leave all this?" he | the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said.<|quote|>"We must take it and go there."</|quote|>"And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she | masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said.<|quote|>"We must take it and go there."</|quo... | past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone,... | and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They ... | she joined him in the hall dressed for walking. The night was still and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air. "At last!" she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how she had waited, fidge... | what was the state of affairs between them? An extraordinary confusion of emotion was beginning to get the better of him, when Mrs. Hilbery, who had been conscious of a sudden pause in the conversation, and had looked wistfully at her daughter once or twice, remarked: "Don t stay if you want to go, Katharine. There s t... | The lamps were lit; their luster reflected itself in the polished wood; good wine was passed round the dinner-table; before the meal was far advanced civilization had triumphed, and Mr. Hilbery presided over a feast which came to wear more and more surely an aspect, cheerful, dignified, promising well for the future. T... | Night And Day |
"And leave all this?" | Ralph Denham | take it and go there."<|quote|>"And leave all this?"</|quote|>he inquired. "As you like," | cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there."<|quote|>"And leave all this?"</|quote|>he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking | pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there."<|quote|>"And leave all this?"</|quote|>he inquired... | and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they wer... | After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the s... | for walking. The night was still and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air. "At last!" she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how she had waited, fidgeted, thought he was never coming, l... | them? An extraordinary confusion of emotion was beginning to get the better of him, when Mrs. Hilbery, who had been conscious of a sudden pause in the conversation, and had looked wistfully at her daughter once or twice, remarked: "Don t stay if you want to go, Katharine. There s the little room over there. Perhaps you... | for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having... | Night And Day |
he inquired. | No speaker | there." "And leave all this?"<|quote|>he inquired.</|quote|>"As you like," she replied. | must take it and go there." "And leave all this?"<|quote|>he inquired.</|quote|>"As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the | left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?"<|quote|>he inquired.</|quote|>"As you like," she replied. Sh... | monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone t... | of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pal... | was still and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air. "At last!" she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how she had waited, fidgeted, thought he was never coming, listened for the sound o... | of emotion was beginning to get the better of him, when Mrs. Hilbery, who had been conscious of a sudden pause in the conversation, and had looked wistfully at her daughter once or twice, remarked: "Don t stay if you want to go, Katharine. There s the little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph" "We re engaged," said... | an aspect, cheerful, dignified, promising well for the future. To judge from the expression in Katharine s eyes it promised something but he checked the approach sentimentality. He poured out wine; he bade Denham help himself. They went upstairs and he saw Katharine and Denham abstract themselves directly Cassandra had... | Night And Day |
"As you like," | Katharine Hilbery | leave all this?" he inquired.<|quote|>"As you like,"</|quote|>she replied. She thought, looking | it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired.<|quote|>"As you like,"</|quote|>she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery | they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired.<|quote|>"As you like,"</|quote|>she replied. She thought, ... | which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ra... | darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pale and flat agai... | and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air. "At last!" she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how she had waited, fidgeted, thought he was never coming, listened for the sound of doors, h... | was beginning to get the better of him, when Mrs. Hilbery, who had been conscious of a sudden pause in the conversation, and had looked wistfully at her daughter once or twice, remarked: "Don t stay if you want to go, Katharine. There s the little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph" "We re engaged," said Katharine,... | of expectation died out of them, and, with a sigh, he listened to the music. Katharine and Ralph were agreed with scarcely a word of discussion as to what they wished to do, and in a moment she joined him in the hall dressed for walking. The night was still and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seem... | Night And Day |
she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth? | No speaker | he inquired. "As you like,"<|quote|>she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth?</|quote|>"I ve something on my | there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like,"<|quote|>she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth?</|quote|>"I ve someth... | to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like,"<|quote|>she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above... | was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood stil... | that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pale and flat against the sky. "Are yo... | for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air. "At last!" she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how she had waited, fidgeted, thought he was never coming, listened for the sound of doors, half expected to s... | get the better of him, when Mrs. Hilbery, who had been conscious of a sudden pause in the conversation, and had looked wistfully at her daughter once or twice, remarked: "Don t stay if you want to go, Katharine. There s the little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph" "We re engaged," said Katharine, waking with a st... | spite of her laugh and the little pressure of mockery on his arm, he would not resign his belief, but with her hand resting there, her voice quickened and mysteriously moving in his ears, he had not time they had not the same inclination other objects drew his attention. How they came to find themselves walking down a ... | Night And Day |
"I ve something on my mind," | Ralph Denham | was it, figures, love, truth?<|quote|>"I ve something on my mind,"</|quote|>said Ralph abruptly. "I mean | lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth?<|quote|>"I ve something on my mind,"</|quote|>said Ralph abruptly. "I mean I ve been thinking of | leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth?<|quote|>"I ve something on my mind,"</|quo... | alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she repli... | on until they saw the spires of the city churches pale and flat against the sky. "Are you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I am rather," she replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an ... | he was never coming, listened for the sound of doors, half expected to see him again under the lamp-post, looking at the house. They turned and looked at the serene front with its gold-rimmed windows, to him the shrine of so much adoration. In spite of her laugh and the little pressure of mockery on his arm, he would n... | little room over there. Perhaps you and Ralph" "We re engaged," said Katharine, waking with a start, and looking straight at her father. He was taken aback by the directness of the statement; he exclaimed as if an unexpected blow had struck him. Had he loved her to see her swept away by this torrent, to have her taken ... | he listened to the music. Katharine and Ralph were agreed with scarcely a word of discussion as to what they wished to do, and in a moment she joined him in the hall dressed for walking. The night was still and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement... | Night And Day |
said Ralph abruptly. | No speaker | ve something on my mind,"<|quote|>said Ralph abruptly.</|quote|>"I mean I ve been | it, figures, love, truth? "I ve something on my mind,"<|quote|>said Ralph abruptly.</|quote|>"I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We | you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth? "I ve something on my mind,"<|quote|>said Ralph abruptly.</|quote|>"I mean I... | were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky abo... | of the city churches pale and flat against the sky. "Are you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I am rather," she replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some s... | the sound of doors, half expected to see him again under the lamp-post, looking at the house. They turned and looked at the serene front with its gold-rimmed windows, to him the shrine of so much adoration. In spite of her laugh and the little pressure of mockery on his arm, he would not resign his belief, but with her... | and Ralph" "We re engaged," said Katharine, waking with a start, and looking straight at her father. He was taken aback by the directness of the statement; he exclaimed as if an unexpected blow had struck him. Had he loved her to see her swept away by this torrent, to have her taken from him by this uncontrollable forc... | how she had waited, fidgeted, thought he was never coming, listened for the sound of doors, half expected to see him again under the lamp-post, looking at the house. They turned and looked at the serene front with its gold-rimmed windows, to him the shrine of so much adoration. In spite of her laugh and the little pres... | Night And Day |
"I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" | Ralph Denham | my mind," said Ralph abruptly.<|quote|>"I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?"</|quote|>She had turned before she | truth? "I ve something on my mind," said Ralph abruptly.<|quote|>"I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?"</|quote|>She had turned before she answered him. She had no | replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth? "I ve something on my mind," said Ralph abruptly.<|quote|>"I mean I ve been thinking of Mar... | be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery L... | churches pale and flat against the sky. "Are you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I am rather," she replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course i... | doors, half expected to see him again under the lamp-post, looking at the house. They turned and looked at the serene front with its gold-rimmed windows, to him the shrine of so much adoration. In spite of her laugh and the little pressure of mockery on his arm, he would not resign his belief, but with her hand resting... | re engaged," said Katharine, waking with a start, and looking straight at her father. He was taken aback by the directness of the statement; he exclaimed as if an unexpected blow had struck him. Had he loved her to see her swept away by this torrent, to have her taken from him by this uncontrollable force, to stand by ... | would not resign his belief, but with her hand resting there, her voice quickened and mysteriously moving in his ears, he had not time they had not the same inclination other objects drew his attention. How they came to find themselves walking down a street with many lamps, corners radiant with light, and a steady succ... | Night And Day |
She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To ... | No speaker | mind if we went there?"<|quote|>She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire ... | her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?"<|quote|>She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, ... | all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth? "I ve something on my mind," said Ralph abruptly. "I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?"<|quote|>She had turned before she answered him. She had no... | the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights ... | replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant ena... | its gold-rimmed windows, to him the shrine of so much adoration. In spite of her laugh and the little pressure of mockery on his arm, he would not resign his belief, but with her hand resting there, her voice quickened and mysteriously moving in his ears, he had not time they had not the same inclination other objects ... | statement; he exclaimed as if an unexpected blow had struck him. Had he loved her to see her swept away by this torrent, to have her taken from him by this uncontrollable force, to stand by helpless, ignored? Oh, how he loved her! How he loved her! He nodded very curtly to Denham. "I gathered something of the kind last... | anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air. "At last!" she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how she had waited, fidgeted, thought he was never coming, listened for the sound of doors, half expected to see him again under the lamp-post, looking at the house. They turned and looked ... | Night And Day |
"Did you treat her badly?" | Katharine Hilbery | the destruction of this globe.<|quote|>"Did you treat her badly?"</|quote|>she asked rather mechanically, walking | see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe.<|quote|>"Did you treat her badly?"</|quote|>she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," | the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe.<|quote|>"Did you treat her badly?"</|quote|>she ask... | on my mind," said Ralph abruptly. "I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in ... | left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, lookin... | with many lamps, corners radiant with light, and a steady succession of motor-omnibuses plying both ways along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness... | never looked at his daughter, and strode out of the room, leaving in the minds of the women a sense, half of awe, half of amusement, at the extravagant, inconsiderate, uncivilized male, outraged somehow and gone bellowing to his lair with a roar which still sometimes reverberates in the most polished of drawing-rooms. ... | had not time they had not the same inclination other objects drew his attention. How they came to find themselves walking down a street with many lamps, corners radiant with light, and a steady succession of motor-omnibuses plying both ways along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which le... | Night And Day |
she asked rather mechanically, walking on. | No speaker | "Did you treat her badly?"<|quote|>she asked rather mechanically, walking on.</|quote|>"I could defend myself," he | the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?"<|quote|>she asked rather mechanically, walking on.</|quote|>"I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what | the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?"<|quote|>she asked rather mechanically, walking on.</|quot... | abruptly. "I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief ... | to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancer... | with light, and a steady succession of motor-omnibuses plying both ways along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the b... | and strode out of the room, leaving in the minds of the women a sense, half of awe, half of amusement, at the extravagant, inconsiderate, uncivilized male, outraged somehow and gone bellowing to his lair with a roar which still sometimes reverberates in the most polished of drawing-rooms. Then Katharine, looking at the... | of them, and, with a sigh, he listened to the music. Katharine and Ralph were agreed with scarcely a word of discussion as to what they wished to do, and in a moment she joined him in the hall dressed for walking. The night was still and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring ... | Night And Day |
"I could defend myself," | Ralph Denham | asked rather mechanically, walking on.<|quote|>"I could defend myself,"</|quote|>he said, almost defiantly. "But | you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on.<|quote|>"I could defend myself,"</|quote|>he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if | held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on.<|quote|>"I could defend myself,"</|quote|>he sa... | thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we sp... | still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same ... | of motor-omnibuses plying both ways along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet... | leaving in the minds of the women a sense, half of awe, half of amusement, at the extravagant, inconsiderate, uncivilized male, outraged somehow and gone bellowing to his lair with a roar which still sometimes reverberates in the most polished of drawing-rooms. Then Katharine, looking at the shut door, looked down agai... | its gold-rimmed windows, to him the shrine of so much adoration. In spite of her laugh and the little pressure of mockery on his arm, he would not resign his belief, but with her hand resting there, her voice quickened and mysteriously moving in his ears, he had not time they had not the same inclination other objects ... | Night And Day |
he said, almost defiantly. | No speaker | on. "I could defend myself,"<|quote|>he said, almost defiantly.</|quote|>"But what s the use, | she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself,"<|quote|>he said, almost defiantly.</|quote|>"But what s the use, if one feels a thing? | for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself,"<|quote|>he said, almost defiantly.</|quo... | We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to... | to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she... | ways along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to o... | of the women a sense, half of awe, half of amusement, at the extravagant, inconsiderate, uncivilized male, outraged somehow and gone bellowing to his lair with a roar which still sometimes reverberates in the most polished of drawing-rooms. Then Katharine, looking at the shut door, looked down again, to hide her tears.... | of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pale and flat against the sky. "Are you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I am rather," she replied, becoming... | Night And Day |
"But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," | Ralph Denham | myself," he said, almost defiantly.<|quote|>"But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute,"</|quote|>he said. "I ll just | walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly.<|quote|>"But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute,"</|quote|>he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you | the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly.<|quote|>"But what s the use, if on... | her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, w... | beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of... | could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great kn... | sense, half of awe, half of amusement, at the extravagant, inconsiderate, uncivilized male, outraged somehow and gone bellowing to his lair with a roar which still sometimes reverberates in the most polished of drawing-rooms. Then Katharine, looking at the shut door, looked down again, to hide her tears. CHAPTER XXXIV ... | you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I am rather," she replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on,... | Night And Day |
he said. | No speaker | be with her a minute,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I ll just tell her" | a thing? I won t be with her a minute,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell | of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I ll just tell her" "Of course, ... | had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this... | she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, tr... | these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their sepa... | to his lair with a roar which still sometimes reverberates in the most polished of drawing-rooms. Then Katharine, looking at the shut door, looked down again, to hide her tears. CHAPTER XXXIV The lamps were lit; their luster reflected itself in the polished wood; good wine was passed round the dinner-table; before the ... | borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the... | Night And Day |
"I ll just tell her" | Ralph Denham | her a minute," he said.<|quote|>"I ll just tell her"</|quote|>"Of course, you must tell | I won t be with her a minute," he said.<|quote|>"I ll just tell her"</|quote|>"Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now | To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said.<|quote|>"I ll just tell her"</|quote|>"Of course, you must t... | wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe.... | "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth? "I ve... | and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They ... | lair with a roar which still sometimes reverberates in the most polished of drawing-rooms. Then Katharine, looking at the shut door, looked down again, to hide her tears. CHAPTER XXXIV The lamps were lit; their luster reflected itself in the polished wood; good wine was passed round the dinner-table; before the meal wa... | the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of lig... | Night And Day |
"Of course, you must tell her," | Katharine Hilbery | "I ll just tell her"<|quote|>"Of course, you must tell her,"</|quote|>said Katharine, and now felt | her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her"<|quote|>"Of course, you must tell her,"</|quote|>said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do | risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her"<|quote|>"Of course, you must tell her,"</|quote|>said Kath... | to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her ... | go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth? "I ve something on my mind... | front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until th... | still sometimes reverberates in the most polished of drawing-rooms. Then Katharine, looking at the shut door, looked down again, to hide her tears. CHAPTER XXXIV The lamps were lit; their luster reflected itself in the polished wood; good wine was passed round the dinner-table; before the meal was far advanced civiliza... | the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation ... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. | No speaker | course, you must tell her,"<|quote|>said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire.</|quote|>"I wish I wish" she | ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her,"<|quote|>said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire.</|quote|>"I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over | "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her,"<|quote|>said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do wha... | the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechani... | he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth? "I ve something on my mind," said Ralph abruptly. "I mean I... | of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pal... | polished of drawing-rooms. Then Katharine, looking at the shut door, looked down again, to hide her tears. CHAPTER XXXIV The lamps were lit; their luster reflected itself in the polished wood; good wine was passed round the dinner-table; before the meal was far advanced civilization had triumphed, and Mr. Hilbery presi... | faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pale and flat against the sky. "Are you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I am rather... | Night And Day |
"I wish I wish" | Katharine Hilbery | moment round, whole, and entire.<|quote|>"I wish I wish"</|quote|>she sighed, for melancholy came | hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire.<|quote|>"I wish I wish"</|quote|>she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at | won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire.<|quote|>"I wish I wish"</|quote|>she sighed, for melancholy came over her ... | round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll ... | that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth? "I ve something on my mind," said Ralph abruptly. "I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see... | the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pale and flat against the sky. "Are you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I am rather," she replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of li... | wood; good wine was passed round the dinner-table; before the meal was far advanced civilization had triumphed, and Mr. Hilbery presided over a feast which came to wear more and more surely an aspect, cheerful, dignified, promising well for the future. To judge from the expression in Katharine s eyes it promised someth... | the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation ... | Night And Day |
she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears. | No speaker | entire. "I wish I wish"<|quote|>she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears.</|quote|>"I regret nothing," said Ralph | a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish"<|quote|>she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears.</|quote|>"I regret nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him | her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish"<|quote|>she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a... | from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course... | and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth? "I ve something on my mind," said Ralph abruptly. "I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it... | close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pale and flat against the sky. "Are you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I am rather," she replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes ... | passed round the dinner-table; before the meal was far advanced civilization had triumphed, and Mr. Hilbery presided over a feast which came to wear more and more surely an aspect, cheerful, dignified, promising well for the future. To judge from the expression in Katharine s eyes it promised something but he checked t... | "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was i... | Night And Day |
"I regret nothing," | Ralph Denham | as if obscured by tears.<|quote|>"I regret nothing,"</|quote|>said Ralph firmly. She leant | The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears.<|quote|>"I regret nothing,"</|quote|>said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if | appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears.<|quote|>"I regret nothing,"</|quote|>said Ralph firmly. She ... | "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment rou... | thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we sp... | the sky. "Are you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I am rather," she replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had ... | surely an aspect, cheerful, dignified, promising well for the future. To judge from the expression in Katharine s eyes it promised something but he checked the approach sentimentality. He poured out wine; he bade Denham help himself. They went upstairs and he saw Katharine and Denham abstract themselves directly Cassan... | so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pale and flat against the sk... | Night And Day |
said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. | No speaker | by tears. "I regret nothing,"<|quote|>said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life.</|quote|>"Go on," she said. "You | before her as if obscured by tears. "I regret nothing,"<|quote|>said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life.</|quote|>"Go o... | necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears. "I regret nothing,"<|quote|>said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost... | myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and e... | Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in ... | you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I am rather," she replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on,... | cheerful, dignified, promising well for the future. To judge from the expression in Katharine s eyes it promised something but he checked the approach sentimentality. He poured out wine; he bade Denham help himself. They went upstairs and he saw Katharine and Denham abstract themselves directly Cassandra had asked whet... | in his ears, he had not time they had not the same inclination other objects drew his attention. How they came to find themselves walking down a street with many lamps, corners radiant with light, and a steady succession of motor-omnibuses plying both ways along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the ... | Night And Day |
"Go on," | Katharine Hilbery | smoke, a source of life.<|quote|>"Go on,"</|quote|>she said. "You regret nothing" | a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life.<|quote|>"Go on,"</|quote|>she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What | "I regret nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life.<|quote|>"Go on,"</|quote|>she said. "You regret nothing" "... | appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears. "I regret nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him... | held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defian... | followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light ... | had asked whether she might not play him something some Mozart? some Beethoven? She sat down to the piano; the door closed softly behind them. His eyes rested on the closed door for some seconds unwaveringly, but, by degrees, the look of expectation died out of them, and, with a sigh, he listened to the music. Katharin... | thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pale and flat against the sky. "Are you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I am rather," she replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes by the superb cu... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | source of life. "Go on,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," | burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!" | nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"You regret nothing" "Nothing no... | be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears. "I regret nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as i... | her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "Bu... | such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe benea... | whether she might not play him something some Mozart? some Beethoven? She sat down to the piano; the door closed softly behind them. His eyes rested on the closed door for some seconds unwaveringly, but, by degrees, the look of expectation died out of them, and, with a sigh, he listened to the music. Katharine and Ralp... | lamps, corners radiant with light, and a steady succession of motor-omnibuses plying both ways along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narro... | Night And Day |
"You regret nothing" | Katharine Hilbery | life. "Go on," she said.<|quote|>"You regret nothing"</|quote|>"Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What | its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," she said.<|quote|>"You regret nothing"</|quote|>"Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!" she thought to | Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," she said.<|quote|>"You regret nothing"</|quote|>"Nothing nothing," he repe... | if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears. "I regret nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could t... | for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s t... | in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. S... | might not play him something some Mozart? some Beethoven? She sat down to the piano; the door closed softly behind them. His eyes rested on the closed door for some seconds unwaveringly, but, by degrees, the look of expectation died out of them, and, with a sigh, he listened to the music. Katharine and Ralph were agree... | Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof w... | Night And Day |
"Nothing nothing," | Ralph Denham | she said. "You regret nothing"<|quote|>"Nothing nothing,"</|quote|>he repeated. "What a fire!" | source of life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing"<|quote|>"Nothing nothing,"</|quote|>he repeated. "What a fire!" she thought to herself. She | leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing"<|quote|>"Nothing nothing,"</|quote|>he repeated. "What a fire... | were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears. "I regret nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what... | moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one... | too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his f... | him something some Mozart? some Beethoven? She sat down to the piano; the door closed softly behind them. His eyes rested on the closed door for some seconds unwaveringly, but, by degrees, the look of expectation died out of them, and, with a sigh, he listened to the music. Katharine and Ralph were agreed with scarcely... | exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thou... | Night And Day |
he repeated. | No speaker | "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing,"<|quote|>he repeated.</|quote|>"What a fire!" she thought | life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing,"<|quote|>he repeated.</|quote|>"What a fire!" she thought to herself. She thought of | him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing,"<|quote|>he repeated.</|quote|>"What a fire!" she thought... | hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears. "I regret nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw.... | globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a th... | had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolat... | some Mozart? some Beethoven? She sat down to the piano; the door closed softly behind them. His eyes rested on the closed door for some seconds unwaveringly, but, by degrees, the look of expectation died out of them, and, with a sigh, he listened to the music. Katharine and Ralph were agreed with scarcely a word of dis... | answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I c... | Night And Day |
"What a fire!" | Katharine Hilbery | nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated.<|quote|>"What a fire!"</|quote|>she thought to herself. She | on," she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated.<|quote|>"What a fire!"</|quote|>she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly | as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated.<|quote|>"What a fire!"</|quote|>she thought to herself... | globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears. "I regret nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thou... | we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t... | borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the... | some Beethoven? She sat down to the piano; the door closed softly behind them. His eyes rested on the closed door for some seconds unwaveringly, but, by degrees, the look of expectation died out of them, and, with a sigh, he listened to the music. Katharine and Ralph were agreed with scarcely a word of discussion as to... | Bar. "Yes, I am rather," she replied, becoming conscious that the splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car... | Night And Day |
she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards. | No speaker | he repeated. "What a fire!"<|quote|>she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards.</|quote|>"Why nothing?" she asked hurriedly, | "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!"<|quote|>she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards.</|quote|>"Why nothing?" she asked... | could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!"<|quote|>she thought to herself. She thought of hi... | moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears. "I regret nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obsc... | lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her ... | in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of ... | sat down to the piano; the door closed softly behind them. His eyes rested on the closed door for some seconds unwaveringly, but, by degrees, the look of expectation died out of them, and, with a sigh, he listened to the music. Katharine and Ralph were agreed with scarcely a word of discussion as to what they wished to... | moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one... | Night And Day |
"Why nothing?" | Katharine Hilbery | the flame that roared upwards.<|quote|>"Why nothing?"</|quote|>she asked hurriedly, in order | touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards.<|quote|>"Why nothing?"</|quote|>she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more | she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!" she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards.<|quote|>"Why nothing?"</|quote|... | nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeat... | defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole... | a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere... | listened to the music. Katharine and Ralph were agreed with scarcely a word of discussion as to what they wished to do, and in a moment she joined him in the hall dressed for walking. The night was still and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, f... | those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their separate ways. They were borne on until they saw the spires of the city churches pale and flat against the sky. "Are you cold?" he asked, as they stopped by Temple Bar. "Yes, I am rather," she replied, becoming co... | Night And Day |
she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards. | No speaker | that roared upwards. "Why nothing?"<|quote|>she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards.</|quote|>"What are you thinking of, | opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?"<|quote|>she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards.</|quote|>"What are you thinking of, Katharine?" he asked suspiciously, noticing | "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!" she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?"<|quote|>she asked hurriedl... | Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fir... | he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I... | to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she... | the music. Katharine and Ralph were agreed with scarcely a word of discussion as to what they wished to do, and in a moment she joined him in the hall dressed for walking. The night was still and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, freedom from ... | it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" sh... | Night And Day |
"What are you thinking of, Katharine?" | Ralph Denham | smoke this flame rushing upwards.<|quote|>"What are you thinking of, Katharine?"</|quote|>he asked suspiciously, noticing her | red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards.<|quote|>"What are you thinking of, Katharine?"</|quote|>he asked suspiciously, noticing her tone of dreaminess and the | that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?" she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards.<|quote|>"What are you thinking o... | only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!" she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it... | just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The glob... | take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth? "I ve somethin... | him in the hall dressed for walking. The night was still and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air. "At last!" she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how she had waited, fidgeted, though... | victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life. But standing on the pavement alone, this exaltation left them; they were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little ci... | Night And Day |
he asked suspiciously, noticing her tone of dreaminess and the inapt words. | No speaker | are you thinking of, Katharine?"<|quote|>he asked suspiciously, noticing her tone of dreaminess and the inapt words.</|quote|>"I was thinking of you | this flame rushing upwards. "What are you thinking of, Katharine?"<|quote|>he asked suspiciously, noticing her tone of dreaminess and the inapt words.</|quote|>"I was thinking of you yes, I swear it. Always | she held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?" she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards. "What are you thinking of, Katharine?"<|quote|>he asked s... | he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!" she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque subs... | must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscure... | leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth? "I ve something on my mind," said Ralph ab... | walking. The night was still and moonlit, fit for walking, though any night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air. "At last!" she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how she had waited, fidgeted, thought he was never coming, liste... | were glad to be alone together. Ralph stood still for a moment to light his pipe beneath a lamp. She looked at his face isolated in the little circle of light. "Oh, that cottage," she said. "We must take it and go there." "And leave all this?" he inquired. "As you like," she replied. She thought, looking at the sky abo... | Night And Day |
"I was thinking of you yes, I swear it. Always of you, but you take such strange shapes in my mind. You ve destroyed my loneliness. Am I to tell you how I see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning." | Katharine Hilbery | dreaminess and the inapt words.<|quote|>"I was thinking of you yes, I swear it. Always of you, but you take such strange shapes in my mind. You ve destroyed my loneliness. Am I to tell you how I see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning."</|quote|>Beginning with spasmodic words, he | suspiciously, noticing her tone of dreaminess and the inapt words.<|quote|>"I was thinking of you yes, I swear it. Always of you, but you take such strange shapes in my mind. You ve destroyed my loneliness. Am I to tell you how I see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning."</|quote|>Beginning with spasmodic words,... | flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?" she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards. "What are you thinking of, Katharine?" he asked suspiciously, noticing her tone of dreaminess and the inapt words.<|quote|>"I... | of life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!" she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?... | do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears. "I regret nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant tow... | looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth? "I ve something on my mind," said Ralph abruptly. "I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her... | night would have seemed so to them, desiring more than anything movement, freedom from scrutiny, silence, and the open air. "At last!" she breathed, as the front door shut. She told him how she had waited, fidgeted, thought he was never coming, listened for the sound of doors, half expected to see him again under the l... | replied. She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth? "I ve something on my mind," said Ralph abruptly. "I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datche... | Night And Day |
Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. | No speaker | tell me from the beginning."<|quote|>Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then.</|quote|>"But it was foolish to | see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning."<|quote|>Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then.</|quote|>"But it w... | tone of dreaminess and the inapt words. "I was thinking of you yes, I swear it. Always of you, but you take such strange shapes in my mind. You ve destroyed my loneliness. Am I to tell you how I see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning."<|quote|>Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more f... | to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?" she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards. "What are you thinking of, Katharine?" he asked suspiciously, noticing her tone... | globe swam before her as if obscured by tears. "I regret nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," sh... | mind," said Ralph abruptly. "I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her ha... | for the sound of doors, half expected to see him again under the lamp-post, looking at the house. They turned and looked at the serene front with its gold-rimmed windows, to him the shrine of so much adoration. In spite of her laugh and the little pressure of mockery on his arm, he would not resign his belief, but with... | conscious that the splendid race of lights drawn past her eyes by the superb curving and swerving of the monster on which she sat was at an end. They had followed some such course in their thoughts too; they had been borne on, victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, mas... | Night And Day |
"But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" | Katharine Hilbery | him gravely now and then.<|quote|>"But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?"</|quote|>He capped her reproof with | like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then.<|quote|>"But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?"</|quote|>He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of | see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning." Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then.<|quote|>"But it was foolis... | are you thinking of, Katharine?" he asked suspiciously, noticing her tone of dreaminess and the inapt words. "I was thinking of you yes, I swear it. Always of you, but you take such strange shapes in my mind. You ve destroyed my loneliness. Am I to tell you how I see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning." Beginn... | that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!" she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was... | any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you tr... | of her laugh and the little pressure of mockery on his arm, he would not resign his belief, but with her hand resting there, her voice quickened and mysteriously moving in his ears, he had not time they had not the same inclination other objects drew his attention. How they came to find themselves walking down a street... | She thought, looking at the sky above Chancery Lane, how the roof was the same everywhere; how she was now secure of all that this lofty blue and its steadfast lights meant to her; reality, was it, figures, love, truth? "I ve something on my mind," said Ralph abruptly. "I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We re ... | Night And Day |
He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. | No speaker | you have gone to bed?"<|quote|>He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot.</|quote|>"But it was then I | hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?"<|quote|>He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot.</|quote|>"But it was then I first knew I loved you!" | and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?"<|quote|>He capped her reproof wit... | swear it. Always of you, but you take such strange shapes in my mind. You ve destroyed my loneliness. Am I to tell you how I see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning." Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listenin... | regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!" she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?" she asked hurriedly, in order t... | one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the u... | her voice quickened and mysteriously moving in his ears, he had not time they had not the same inclination other objects drew his attention. How they came to find themselves walking down a street with many lamps, corners radiant with light, and a steady succession of motor-omnibuses plying both ways along it, they coul... | to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!" she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrou... | Night And Day |
"But it was then I first knew I loved you!" | Katharine Hilbery | the traffic until she forgot.<|quote|>"But it was then I first knew I loved you!"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "Tell me from | stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot.<|quote|>"But it was then I first knew I loved you!"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. | and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot.<|quote|>"But it was then I first knew I loved you!"</|... | how I see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning." Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish ... | obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?" she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards. "What are you thinking o... | see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katha... | How they came to find themselves walking down a street with many lamps, corners radiant with light, and a steady succession of motor-omnibuses plying both ways along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat... | "I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the... | Night And Day |
she exclaimed. | No speaker | first knew I loved you!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Tell me from the beginning," | "But it was then I first knew I loved you!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I | look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Tell me from the beginning,"... | the beginning." Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows... | was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?" she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards. "What are you thinking of, Katharine?" he asked suspiciously, noticing... | "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appear... | with many lamps, corners radiant with light, and a steady succession of motor-omnibuses plying both ways along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness... | a fire!" she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?" she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more ... | Night And Day |
"Tell me from the beginning," | Ralph Denham | I loved you!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Tell me from the beginning,"</|quote|>he begged her. "No, I | was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Tell me from the beginning,"</|quote|>he begged her. "No, I m a person who can | the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Tell me from the beginning,"</|quote|>he begg... | Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose Willia... | to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?" she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards. "What are you thinking of, Katharine?" he asked suspiciously, noticing her tone... | treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be ... | lamps, corners radiant with light, and a steady succession of motor-omnibuses plying both ways along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narro... | hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But wh... | Night And Day |
he begged her. | No speaker | "Tell me from the beginning,"<|quote|>he begged her.</|quote|>"No, I m a person | I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning,"<|quote|>he begged her.</|quote|>"No, I m a person who can t tell things," | t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning,"<|quote|>he begged her.</|quote|>"No, I m a person who can ... | went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have g... | surrounding the flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?" she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards. "What are you thinking of, Katharine?" he asked suspiciously, noticing her tone of dreaminess and the inapt w... | rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were t... | and a steady succession of motor-omnibuses plying both ways along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were p... | "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear vision. Th... | Night And Day |
"No, I m a person who can t tell things," | Katharine Hilbery | the beginning," he begged her.<|quote|>"No, I m a person who can t tell things,"</|quote|>she pleaded. "I shall say | she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her.<|quote|>"No, I m a person who can t tell things,"</|quote|>she pleaded. "I shall say something ridiculous something about flames | Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her.<|quote|>"No, I m a person who can t tell things,"</|quo... | speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?... | that roared upwards. "Why nothing?" she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards. "What are you thinking of, Katharine?" he asked suspiciously, noticing her tone of dreaminess and the inapt words. "I was thinking ... | on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment... | succession of motor-omnibuses plying both ways along it, they could neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within... | appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!" she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque substan... | Night And Day |
she pleaded. | No speaker | who can t tell things,"<|quote|>she pleaded.</|quote|>"I shall say something ridiculous | "No, I m a person who can t tell things,"<|quote|>she pleaded.</|quote|>"I shall say something ridiculous something about flames fires. No, | with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m a person who can t tell things,"<|quote|>she pleaded.</|quote|>"I shall say something ridiculous ... | her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age co... | that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards. "What are you thinking of, Katharine?" he asked suspiciously, noticing her tone of dreaminess and the inapt words. "I was thinking of you yes, I swear it. Always of you, but you take such strange s... | what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for me... | neither of them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of... | wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe.... | Night And Day |
"I shall say something ridiculous something about flames fires. No, I can t tell you." | Katharine Hilbery | t tell things," she pleaded.<|quote|>"I shall say something ridiculous something about flames fires. No, I can t tell you."</|quote|>But he persuaded her into | m a person who can t tell things," she pleaded.<|quote|>"I shall say something ridiculous something about flames fires. No, I can t tell you."</|quote|>But he persuaded her into a broken statement, beautiful to | that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m a person who can t tell things," she pleaded.<|quote|>"I shall say something ridiculous something about flames fi... | towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have sto... | might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards. "What are you thinking of, Katharine?" he asked suspiciously, noticing her tone of dreaminess and the inapt words. "I was thinking of you yes, I swear it. Always of you, but you take such strange shapes in... | the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melanchol... | them tell; nor account for the impulse which led them suddenly to select one of these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity w... | no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this glo... | Night And Day |
But he persuaded her into a broken statement, beautiful to him, charged with extreme excitement as she spoke of the dark red fire, and the smoke twined round it, making him feel that he had stepped over the threshold into the faintly lit vastness of another mind, stirring with shapes, so large, so dim, unveiling themse... | No speaker | I can t tell you."<|quote|>But he persuaded her into a broken statement, beautiful to him, charged with extreme excitement as she spoke of the dark red fire, and the smoke twined round it, making him feel that he had stepped over the threshold into the faintly lit vastness of another mind, stirring with shapes, so larg... | something about flames fires. No, I can t tell you."<|quote|>But he persuaded her into a broken statement, beautiful to him, charged with extreme excitement as she spoke of the dark red fire, and the smoke twined round it, making him feel that he had stepped over the threshold into the faintly lit vastness of another m... | until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m a person who can t tell things," she pleaded. "I shall say something ridiculous something about flames fires. No, I can t tell you."<|quote|>But he persuaded her into a broken statement, be... | him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved ... | this flame rushing upwards. "What are you thinking of, Katharine?" he asked suspiciously, noticing her tone of dreaminess and the inapt words. "I was thinking of you yes, I swear it. Always of you, but you take such strange shapes in my mind. You ve destroyed my loneliness. Am I to tell you how I see you? No, tell me t... | he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold his globe for a moment round, whole, and entire. "I wish I wish" she sighed, for melancholy came over her and obscured at least a section of her clear v... | these wayfarers and mount to the very front seat. After curving through streets of comparative darkness, so narrow that shadows on the blinds were pressed within a few feet of their faces, they came to one of those great knots of activity where the lights, having drawn close together, thin out again and take their sepa... | love, truth? "I ve something on my mind," said Ralph abruptly. "I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem ... | Night And Day |
"That is the light in Mary s room," | Ralph Denham | burned itself into their minds.<|quote|>"That is the light in Mary s room,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "She must be | why they did so. It burned itself into their minds.<|quote|>"That is the light in Mary s room,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across | to testify to their faith. Thus they had walked, perhaps, twice or three times up and down Mary Datchet s street before the recurrence of a light burning behind a thin, yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds.<|quote|>"That is the light in Mary s room,... | than a sentence. They lapsed gently into silence, traveling the dark paths of thought side by side towards something discerned in the distance which gradually possessed them both. They were victors, masters of life, but at the same time absorbed in the flame, giving their life to increase its brightness, to testify to ... | it. They had walked by this time to the street in which Mary lived, and being engrossed by what they said and partly saw, passed her staircase without looking up. At this time of night there was no traffic and scarcely any foot-passengers, so that they could pace slowly without interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their h... | words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would ... | abruptly. "I mean I ve been thinking of Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief ... | the inapt words. "I was thinking of you yes, I swear it. Always of you, but you take such strange shapes in my mind. You ve destroyed my loneliness. Am I to tell you how I see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning." Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passiona... | Night And Day |
said Ralph. | No speaker | light in Mary s room,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"She must be at home." | their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"She must be at home." He pointed across the street. | walked, perhaps, twice or three times up and down Mary Datchet s street before the recurrence of a light burning behind a thin, yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"She must be at ho... | traveling the dark paths of thought side by side towards something discerned in the distance which gradually possessed them both. They were victors, masters of life, but at the same time absorbed in the flame, giving their life to increase its brightness, to testify to their faith. Thus they had walked, perhaps, twice ... | the street in which Mary lived, and being engrossed by what they said and partly saw, passed her staircase without looking up. At this time of night there was no traffic and scarcely any foot-passengers, so that they could pace slowly without interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their hands now and then to draw something ... | more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her... | Mary Datchet. We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our live... | Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m a person who ... | Night And Day |
"She must be at home." | Ralph Denham | Mary s room," said Ralph.<|quote|>"She must be at home."</|quote|>He pointed across the street. | "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph.<|quote|>"She must be at home."</|quote|>He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there | twice or three times up and down Mary Datchet s street before the recurrence of a light burning behind a thin, yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph.<|quote|>"She must be at home."</|quote|>He pointed a... | dark paths of thought side by side towards something discerned in the distance which gradually possessed them both. They were victors, masters of life, but at the same time absorbed in the flame, giving their life to increase its brightness, to testify to their faith. Thus they had walked, perhaps, twice or three times... | in which Mary lived, and being engrossed by what they said and partly saw, passed her staircase without looking up. At this time of night there was no traffic and scarcely any foot-passengers, so that they could pace slowly without interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their hands now and then to draw something upon the va... | more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with w... | We re very near her rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to... | gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot... | Night And Day |
He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. | No speaker | "She must be at home."<|quote|>He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too.</|quote|>"Is she alone, working at | Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home."<|quote|>He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too.</|quote|>"Is she alone, working at this time of night? What | and down Mary Datchet s street before the recurrence of a light burning behind a thin, yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home."<|quote|>He pointed across the street. Katharine s eye... | by side towards something discerned in the distance which gradually possessed them both. They were victors, masters of life, but at the same time absorbed in the flame, giving their life to increase its brightness, to testify to their faith. Thus they had walked, perhaps, twice or three times up and down Mary Datchet s... | being engrossed by what they said and partly saw, passed her staircase without looking up. At this time of night there was no traffic and scarcely any foot-passengers, so that they could pace slowly without interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their hands now and then to draw something upon the vast blue curtain of the sk... | her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age co... | rooms now. Would you mind if we went there?" She had turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole... | the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m a person who can t tell things," she pleaded. "I shall say something ridiculous something about flames fires. No, I can t tell you." But he persuaded her into a broken statement, beautiful to him, charged with extreme excitement as she spoke of the dark red fire, and the smoke tw... | Night And Day |
"Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" | Katharine Hilbery | s eyes rested there too.<|quote|>"Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?"</|quote|>she wondered. "Why should we | pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too.<|quote|>"Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?"</|quote|>she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. | light burning behind a thin, yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too.<|quote|>"Is she alone, working at this time of... | them both. They were victors, masters of life, but at the same time absorbed in the flame, giving their life to increase its brightness, to testify to their faith. Thus they had walked, perhaps, twice or three times up and down Mary Datchet s street before the recurrence of a light burning behind a thin, yellow blind c... | staircase without looking up. At this time of night there was no traffic and scarcely any foot-passengers, so that they could pace slowly without interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their hands now and then to draw something upon the vast blue curtain of the sky. They brought themselves by these means, acting on a mood o... | gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot... | turned before she answered him. She had no wish to see any one to-night; it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary... | was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from... | Night And Day |
she wondered. | No speaker | What is she working at?"<|quote|>she wondered.</|quote|>"Why should we interrupt her?" | at this time of night? What is she working at?"<|quote|>she wondered.</|quote|>"Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. "What have | why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?"<|quote|>she wondered.</|quote|>"Why should we interrupt her?"... | in the flame, giving their life to increase its brightness, to testify to their faith. Thus they had walked, perhaps, twice or three times up and down Mary Datchet s street before the recurrence of a light burning behind a thin, yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself ... | scarcely any foot-passengers, so that they could pace slowly without interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their hands now and then to draw something upon the vast blue curtain of the sky. They brought themselves by these means, acting on a mood of profound happiness, to a state of clear-sightedness where the lifting of a ... | foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the... | it seemed to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" sh... | was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m a person who can t tell things," she pleaded. "I shall say something ridiculous something about flames fires. No, I can t tell you." But he persuaded her into a broken statement, beautiful to him, charged with extre... | Night And Day |
"Why should we interrupt her?" | Katharine Hilbery | she working at?" she wondered.<|quote|>"Why should we interrupt her?"</|quote|>she asked passionately. "What have | time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered.<|quote|>"Why should we interrupt her?"</|quote|>she asked passionately. "What have we got to give her? | did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered.<|quote|>"Why should we interrupt her?"</|quote|>she aske... | flame, giving their life to increase its brightness, to testify to their faith. Thus they had walked, perhaps, twice or three times up and down Mary Datchet s street before the recurrence of a light burning behind a thin, yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into th... | foot-passengers, so that they could pace slowly without interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their hands now and then to draw something upon the vast blue curtain of the sky. They brought themselves by these means, acting on a mood of profound happiness, to a state of clear-sightedness where the lifting of a finger had ef... | stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning,... | to her that the immense riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked ra... | so large, so dim, unveiling themselves only in flashes, and moving away again into the darkness, engulfed by it. They had walked by this time to the street in which Mary lived, and being engrossed by what they said and partly saw, passed her staircase without looking up. At this time of night there was no traffic and s... | Night And Day |
she asked passionately. | No speaker | "Why should we interrupt her?"<|quote|>she asked passionately.</|quote|>"What have we got to | she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?"<|quote|>she asked passionately.</|quote|>"What have we got to give her? She s happy | into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?"<|quote|>she asked passionately.</|quote|>"What hav... | increase its brightness, to testify to their faith. Thus they had walked, perhaps, twice or three times up and down Mary Datchet s street before the recurrence of a light burning behind a thin, yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the ligh... | pace slowly without interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their hands now and then to draw something upon the vast blue curtain of the sky. They brought themselves by these means, acting on a mood of profound happiness, to a state of clear-sightedness where the lifting of a finger had effect, and one word spoke more than a... | the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m ... | riddle was answered; the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walki... | and the smoke twined round it, making him feel that he had stepped over the threshold into the faintly lit vastness of another mind, stirring with shapes, so large, so dim, unveiling themselves only in flashes, and moving away again into the darkness, engulfed by it. They had walked by this time to the street in which ... | Night And Day |
"What have we got to give her? She s happy too," | Katharine Hilbery | interrupt her?" she asked passionately.<|quote|>"What have we got to give her? She s happy too,"</|quote|>she added. "She has her | she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately.<|quote|>"What have we got to give her? She s happy too,"</|quote|>she added. "She has her work." Her voice shook slightly, | "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately.<|quote|>"What have we got to give her? She s... | to testify to their faith. Thus they had walked, perhaps, twice or three times up and down Mary Datchet s street before the recurrence of a light burning behind a thin, yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said R... | interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their hands now and then to draw something upon the vast blue curtain of the sky. They brought themselves by these means, acting on a mood of profound happiness, to a state of clear-sightedness where the lifting of a finger had effect, and one word spoke more than a sentence. They laps... | William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m a person who can t te... | the problem had been solved; she held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defen... | held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?" she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame rushing upwards. "What are you thinking of, Katharine?" he asked suspiciously,... | Night And Day |
she added. | No speaker | her? She s happy too,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"She has her work." Her | have we got to give her? She s happy too,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"She has her work." Her voice shook slightly, and the | must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. "What have we got to give her? She s happy too,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"She has her work." ... | or three times up and down Mary Datchet s street before the recurrence of a light burning behind a thin, yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katha... | upon the vast blue curtain of the sky. They brought themselves by these means, acting on a mood of profound happiness, to a state of clear-sightedness where the lifting of a finger had effect, and one word spoke more than a sentence. They lapsed gently into silence, traveling the dark paths of thought side by side towa... | He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m a person who can t tell things," she pleaded. "I shall say something ridicu... | one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the u... | extreme excitement as she spoke of the dark red fire, and the smoke twined round it, making him feel that he had stepped over the threshold into the faintly lit vastness of another mind, stirring with shapes, so large, so dim, unveiling themselves only in flashes, and moving away again into the darkness, engulfed by it... | Night And Day |
"She has her work." | Katharine Hilbery | s happy too," she added.<|quote|>"She has her work."</|quote|>Her voice shook slightly, and | got to give her? She s happy too," she added.<|quote|>"She has her work."</|quote|>Her voice shook slightly, and the light swam like an | at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. "What have we got to give her? She s happy too," she added.<|quote|>"She has her work."</|quote|>Her voic... | times up and down Mary Datchet s street before the recurrence of a light burning behind a thin, yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s ey... | vast blue curtain of the sky. They brought themselves by these means, acting on a mood of profound happiness, to a state of clear-sightedness where the lifting of a finger had effect, and one word spoke more than a sentence. They lapsed gently into silence, traveling the dark paths of thought side by side towards somet... | her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m a person who can t tell things," she pleaded. "I shall say something ridiculous somet... | moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one... | yes, I swear it. Always of you, but you take such strange shapes in my mind. You ve destroyed my loneliness. Am I to tell you how I see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning." Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, l... | Night And Day |
Her voice shook slightly, and the light swam like an ocean of gold behind her tears. | No speaker | added. "She has her work."<|quote|>Her voice shook slightly, and the light swam like an ocean of gold behind her tears.</|quote|>"You don t want me | She s happy too," she added. "She has her work."<|quote|>Her voice shook slightly, and the light swam like an ocean of gold behind her tears.</|quote|>"You don t want me to go to her?" Ralph | across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. "What have we got to give her? She s happy too," she added. "She has her work."<|quote|>Her voice shook slightly, and the ligh... | Mary Datchet s street before the recurrence of a light burning behind a thin, yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there to... | the sky. They brought themselves by these means, acting on a mood of profound happiness, to a state of clear-sightedness where the lifting of a finger had effect, and one word spoke more than a sentence. They lapsed gently into silence, traveling the dark paths of thought side by side towards something discerned in the... | that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m a person who can t tell things," she pleaded. "I shall say something ridiculous something about flames fires. No,... | we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t... | he begged her. "No, I m a person who can t tell things," she pleaded. "I shall say something ridiculous something about flames fires. No, I can t tell you." But he persuaded her into a broken statement, beautiful to him, charged with extreme excitement as she spoke of the dark red fire, and the smoke twined round it, m... | Night And Day |
"You don t want me to go to her?" | Ralph Denham | of gold behind her tears.<|quote|>"You don t want me to go to her?"</|quote|>Ralph asked. "Go, if you | light swam like an ocean of gold behind her tears.<|quote|>"You don t want me to go to her?"</|quote|>Ralph asked. "Go, if you like; tell her what you | of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. "What have we got to give her? She s happy too," she added. "She has her work." Her voice shook slightly, and the light swam like an ocean of gold behind her tears.<|quote|>"You don t want me to go to her?"</|quote|>... | caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Wh... | a state of clear-sightedness where the lifting of a finger had effect, and one word spoke more than a sentence. They lapsed gently into silence, traveling the dark paths of thought side by side towards something discerned in the distance which gradually possessed them both. They were victors, masters of life, but at th... | she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m a person who can t tell things," she pleaded. "I shall say something ridiculous something about flames fires. No, I can t tell you." But he persuaded her into a broken statement, beautiful to him... | chaos. To see Mary was to risk the destruction of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," ... | William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have stood in Kingsway looking at the traffic until she forgot. "But it was then I first knew I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m a person who can t te... | Night And Day |
Ralph asked. | No speaker | me to go to her?"<|quote|>Ralph asked.</|quote|>"Go, if you like; tell | tears. "You don t want me to go to her?"<|quote|>Ralph asked.</|quote|>"Go, if you like; tell her what you like," she | "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. "What have we got to give her? She s happy too," she added. "She has her work." Her voice shook slightly, and the light swam like an ocean of gold behind her tears. "You don t want me to go to her?"<|quote|>Ralph asked.</|quote|>"Go, if you like; tell her what you ... | did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. "... | finger had effect, and one word spoke more than a sentence. They lapsed gently into silence, traveling the dark paths of thought side by side towards something discerned in the distance which gradually possessed them both. They were victors, masters of life, but at the same time absorbed in the flame, giving their life... | I loved you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m a person who can t tell things," she pleaded. "I shall say something ridiculous something about flames fires. No, I can t tell you." But he persuaded her into a broken statement, beautiful to him, charged with extreme excitement as she s... | of this globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to... | so dim, unveiling themselves only in flashes, and moving away again into the darkness, engulfed by it. They had walked by this time to the street in which Mary lived, and being engrossed by what they said and partly saw, passed her staircase without looking up. At this time of night there was no traffic and scarcely an... | Night And Day |
"Go, if you like; tell her what you like," | Katharine Hilbery | go to her?" Ralph asked.<|quote|>"Go, if you like; tell her what you like,"</|quote|>she replied. He crossed the | don t want me to go to her?" Ralph asked.<|quote|>"Go, if you like; tell her what you like,"</|quote|>she replied. He crossed the road immediately, and went up | we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. "What have we got to give her? She s happy too," she added. "She has her work." Her voice shook slightly, and the light swam like an ocean of gold behind her tears. "You don t want me to go to her?" Ralph asked.<|quote|>"Go, if you like; tell her what you like,"</|quote|>she r... | It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. "What hav... | effect, and one word spoke more than a sentence. They lapsed gently into silence, traveling the dark paths of thought side by side towards something discerned in the distance which gradually possessed them both. They were victors, masters of life, but at the same time absorbed in the flame, giving their life to increas... | you!" she exclaimed. "Tell me from the beginning," he begged her. "No, I m a person who can t tell things," she pleaded. "I shall say something ridiculous something about flames fires. No, I can t tell you." But he persuaded her into a broken statement, beautiful to him, charged with extreme excitement as she spoke of ... | globe. "Did you treat her badly?" she asked rather mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what... | so that they could pace slowly without interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their hands now and then to draw something upon the vast blue curtain of the sky. They brought themselves by these means, acting on a mood of profound happiness, to a state of clear-sightedness where the lifting of a finger had effect, and one wor... | Night And Day |
she replied. He crossed the road immediately, and went up the steps into Mary s house. Katharine stood where he left her, looking at the window and expecting soon to see a shadow move across it; but she saw nothing; the blinds conveyed nothing; the light was not moved. It signaled to her across the dark street; it was ... | No speaker | tell her what you like,"<|quote|>she replied. He crossed the road immediately, and went up the steps into Mary s house. Katharine stood where he left her, looking at the window and expecting soon to see a shadow move across it; but she saw nothing; the blinds conveyed nothing; the light was not moved. It signaled to he... | asked. "Go, if you like; tell her what you like,"<|quote|>she replied. He crossed the road immediately, and went up the steps into Mary s house. Katharine stood where he left her, looking at the window and expecting soon to see a shadow move across it; but she saw nothing; the blinds conveyed nothing; the light was not... | got to give her? She s happy too," she added. "She has her work." Her voice shook slightly, and the light swam like an ocean of gold behind her tears. "You don t want me to go to her?" Ralph asked. "Go, if you like; tell her what you like,"<|quote|>she replied. He crossed the road immediately, and went up the steps int... | light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. "What have we got to give her? She s happy too," she adde... | They lapsed gently into silence, traveling the dark paths of thought side by side towards something discerned in the distance which gradually possessed them both. They were victors, masters of life, but at the same time absorbed in the flame, giving their life to increase its brightness, to testify to their faith. Thus... | begged her. "No, I m a person who can t tell things," she pleaded. "I shall say something ridiculous something about flames fires. No, I can t tell you." But he persuaded her into a broken statement, beautiful to him, charged with extreme excitement as she spoke of the dark red fire, and the smoke twined round it, maki... | mechanically, walking on. "I could defend myself," he said, almost defiantly. "But what s the use, if one feels a thing? I won t be with her a minute," he said. "I ll just tell her" "Of course, you must tell her," said Katharine, and now felt anxious for him to do what appeared to be necessary if he, too, were to hold ... | walked by this time to the street in which Mary lived, and being engrossed by what they said and partly saw, passed her staircase without looking up. At this time of night there was no traffic and scarcely any foot-passengers, so that they could pace slowly without interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their hands now and ... | Night And Day |
"How they burn!" | Katharine Hilbery | it as if in reverence.<|quote|>"How they burn!"</|quote|>she thought, and all the | if in salute; she dipped it as if in reverence.<|quote|>"How they burn!"</|quote|>she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set | blinds conveyed nothing; the light was not moved. It signaled to her across the dark street; it was a sign of triumph shining there for ever, not to be extinguished this side of the grave. She brandished her happiness as if in salute; she dipped it as if in reverence.<|quote|>"How they burn!"</|quote|>she thought, and ... | "Go, if you like; tell her what you like," she replied. He crossed the road immediately, and went up the steps into Mary s house. Katharine stood where he left her, looking at the window and expecting soon to see a shadow move across it; but she saw nothing; the blinds conveyed nothing; the light was not moved. It sign... | It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. "What hav... | again into the darkness, engulfed by it. They had walked by this time to the street in which Mary lived, and being engrossed by what they said and partly saw, passed her staircase without looking up. At this time of night there was no traffic and scarcely any foot-passengers, so that they could pace slowly without inte... | clear vision. The globe swam before her as if obscured by tears. "I regret nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of... | of another mind, stirring with shapes, so large, so dim, unveiling themselves only in flashes, and moving away again into the darkness, engulfed by it. They had walked by this time to the street in which Mary lived, and being engrossed by what they said and partly saw, passed her staircase without looking up. At this t... | Night And Day |
she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested there satisfied. She had waited some time before a figure detached itself from the doorway and came across the road, slowly and reluctantly, to where she stood. | No speaker | in reverence. "How they burn!"<|quote|>she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested there satisfied. She had waited some time before a figure detached itself from the doorway and came across the road, slowly and reluctantly, to wh... | she dipped it as if in reverence. "How they burn!"<|quote|>she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested there satisfied. She had waited some time before a figure detached itself from the doorway and came across the road, slowly an... | the light was not moved. It signaled to her across the dark street; it was a sign of triumph shining there for ever, not to be extinguished this side of the grave. She brandished her happiness as if in salute; she dipped it as if in reverence. "How they burn!"<|quote|>she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed ... | like; tell her what you like," she replied. He crossed the road immediately, and went up the steps into Mary s house. Katharine stood where he left her, looking at the window and expecting soon to see a shadow move across it; but she saw nothing; the blinds conveyed nothing; the light was not moved. It signaled to her ... | into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. "What have we got to give ... | darkness, engulfed by it. They had walked by this time to the street in which Mary lived, and being engrossed by what they said and partly saw, passed her staircase without looking up. At this time of night there was no traffic and scarcely any foot-passengers, so that they could pace slowly without interruption, arm-i... | globe swam before her as if obscured by tears. "I regret nothing," said Ralph firmly. She leant towards him almost as if she could thus see what he saw. She thought how obscure he still was to her, save only that more and more constantly he appeared to her a fire burning through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," sh... | towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Suppose William hadn t seen you. Would you have gone to bed?" He capped her reproof with wonderment that a woman of her age could have sto... | Night And Day |
"I didn t go in I couldn t bring myself," | Ralph Denham | reluctantly, to where she stood.<|quote|>"I didn t go in I couldn t bring myself,"</|quote|>he broke off. He had | across the road, slowly and reluctantly, to where she stood.<|quote|>"I didn t go in I couldn t bring myself,"</|quote|>he broke off. He had stood outside Mary s door | and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested there satisfied. She had waited some time before a figure detached itself from the doorway and came across the road, slowly and reluctantly, to where she stood.<|quote|>"I didn t go in I couldn t br... | was not moved. It signaled to her across the dark street; it was a sign of triumph shining there for ever, not to be extinguished this side of the grave. She brandished her happiness as if in salute; she dipped it as if in reverence. "How they burn!" she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, ro... | passionately. "What have we got to give her? She s happy too," she added. "She has her work." Her voice shook slightly, and the light swam like an ocean of gold behind her tears. "You don t want me to go to her?" Ralph asked. "Go, if you like; tell her what you like," she replied. He crossed the road immediately, and w... | without interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their hands now and then to draw something upon the vast blue curtain of the sky. They brought themselves by these means, acting on a mood of profound happiness, to a state of clear-sightedness where the lifting of a finger had effect, and one word spoke more than a sentence. T... | through its smoke, a source of life. "Go on," she said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!" she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that r... | sky. They brought themselves by these means, acting on a mood of profound happiness, to a state of clear-sightedness where the lifting of a finger had effect, and one word spoke more than a sentence. They lapsed gently into silence, traveling the dark paths of thought side by side towards something discerned in the dis... | Night And Day |
he broke off. He had stood outside Mary s door unable to bring himself to knock; if she had come out she would have found him there, the tears running down his cheeks, unable to speak. They stood for some moments, looking at the illuminated blinds, an expression to them both of something impersonal and serene in the sp... | No speaker | I couldn t bring myself,"<|quote|>he broke off. He had stood outside Mary s door unable to bring himself to knock; if she had come out she would have found him there, the tears running down his cheeks, unable to speak. They stood for some moments, looking at the illuminated blinds, an expression to them both of somethi... | "I didn t go in I couldn t bring myself,"<|quote|>he broke off. He had stood outside Mary s door unable to bring himself to knock; if she had come out she would have found him there, the tears running down his cheeks, unable to speak. They stood for some moments, looking at the illuminated blinds, an expression to them... | roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested there satisfied. She had waited some time before a figure detached itself from the doorway and came across the road, slowly and reluctantly, to where she stood. "I didn t go in I couldn t bring myself,"<|quote|>he broke off. He had stood outside Mary s... | street; it was a sign of triumph shining there for ever, not to be extinguished this side of the grave. She brandished her happiness as if in salute; she dipped it as if in reverence. "How they burn!" she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s wi... | happy too," she added. "She has her work." Her voice shook slightly, and the light swam like an ocean of gold behind her tears. "You don t want me to go to her?" Ralph asked. "Go, if you like; tell her what you like," she replied. He crossed the road immediately, and went up the steps into Mary s house. Katharine stood... | draw something upon the vast blue curtain of the sky. They brought themselves by these means, acting on a mood of profound happiness, to a state of clear-sightedness where the lifting of a finger had effect, and one word spoke more than a sentence. They lapsed gently into silence, traveling the dark paths of thought si... | said. "You regret nothing" "Nothing nothing," he repeated. "What a fire!" she thought to herself. She thought of him blazing splendidly in the night, yet so obscure that to hold his arm, as she held it, was only to touch the opaque substance surrounding the flame that roared upwards. "Why nothing?" she asked hurriedly,... | burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. "What have w... | Night And Day |
"Do you remember Sally Seal?" | Ralph Denham | the figure of Sally Seal.<|quote|>"Do you remember Sally Seal?"</|quote|>he asked. Katharine bent her | in Ralph s view, by the figure of Sally Seal.<|quote|>"Do you remember Sally Seal?"</|quote|>he asked. Katharine bent her head. "Your mother and Mary?" | woman within, working out her plans far into the night her plans for the good of a world that none of them were ever to know. Then their minds jumped on and other little figures came by in procession, headed, in Ralph s view, by the figure of Sally Seal.<|quote|>"Do you remember Sally Seal?"</|quote|>he asked. Katharin... | to bring himself to knock; if she had come out she would have found him there, the tears running down his cheeks, unable to speak. They stood for some moments, looking at the illuminated blinds, an expression to them both of something impersonal and serene in the spirit of the woman within, working out her plans far in... | not to be extinguished this side of the grave. She brandished her happiness as if in salute; she dipped it as if in reverence. "How they burn!" she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested there satisfied. She had waited some time... | street before the recurrence of a light burning behind a thin, yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alon... | strange shapes in my mind. You ve destroyed my loneliness. Am I to tell you how I see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning." Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude ... | any foot-passengers, so that they could pace slowly without interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their hands now and then to draw something upon the vast blue curtain of the sky. They brought themselves by these means, acting on a mood of profound happiness, to a state of clear-sightedness where the lifting of a finger ha... | Night And Day |
he asked. Katharine bent her head. | No speaker | "Do you remember Sally Seal?"<|quote|>he asked. Katharine bent her head.</|quote|>"Your mother and Mary?" he | the figure of Sally Seal. "Do you remember Sally Seal?"<|quote|>he asked. Katharine bent her head.</|quote|>"Your mother and Mary?" he went on. "Rodney and Cassandra? | plans far into the night her plans for the good of a world that none of them were ever to know. Then their minds jumped on and other little figures came by in procession, headed, in Ralph s view, by the figure of Sally Seal. "Do you remember Sally Seal?"<|quote|>he asked. Katharine bent her head.</|quote|>"Your mother ... | if she had come out she would have found him there, the tears running down his cheeks, unable to speak. They stood for some moments, looking at the illuminated blinds, an expression to them both of something impersonal and serene in the spirit of the woman within, working out her plans far into the night her plans for ... | side of the grave. She brandished her happiness as if in salute; she dipped it as if in reverence. "How they burn!" she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested there satisfied. She had waited some time before a figure detached it... | a light burning behind a thin, yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night... | You ve destroyed my loneliness. Am I to tell you how I see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning." Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupt... | to go to her?" Ralph asked. "Go, if you like; tell her what you like," she replied. He crossed the road immediately, and went up the steps into Mary s house. Katharine stood where he left her, looking at the window and expecting soon to see a shadow move across it; but she saw nothing; the blinds conveyed nothing; the ... | Night And Day |
"Your mother and Mary?" | Ralph Denham | asked. Katharine bent her head.<|quote|>"Your mother and Mary?"</|quote|>he went on. "Rodney and | you remember Sally Seal?" he asked. Katharine bent her head.<|quote|>"Your mother and Mary?"</|quote|>he went on. "Rodney and Cassandra? Old Joan up at | plans for the good of a world that none of them were ever to know. Then their minds jumped on and other little figures came by in procession, headed, in Ralph s view, by the figure of Sally Seal. "Do you remember Sally Seal?" he asked. Katharine bent her head.<|quote|>"Your mother and Mary?"</|quote|>he went on. "Rodne... | would have found him there, the tears running down his cheeks, unable to speak. They stood for some moments, looking at the illuminated blinds, an expression to them both of something impersonal and serene in the spirit of the woman within, working out her plans far into the night her plans for the good of a world that... | her happiness as if in salute; she dipped it as if in reverence. "How they burn!" she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested there satisfied. She had waited some time before a figure detached itself from the doorway and came acr... | yellow blind caused them to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she ... | I to tell you how I see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning." Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But i... | which Mary lived, and being engrossed by what they said and partly saw, passed her staircase without looking up. At this time of night there was no traffic and scarcely any foot-passengers, so that they could pace slowly without interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their hands now and then to draw something upon the vast ... | Night And Day |
he went on. | No speaker | head. "Your mother and Mary?"<|quote|>he went on.</|quote|>"Rodney and Cassandra? Old Joan | he asked. Katharine bent her head. "Your mother and Mary?"<|quote|>he went on.</|quote|>"Rodney and Cassandra? Old Joan up at Highgate?" He stopped | of a world that none of them were ever to know. Then their minds jumped on and other little figures came by in procession, headed, in Ralph s view, by the figure of Sally Seal. "Do you remember Sally Seal?" he asked. Katharine bent her head. "Your mother and Mary?"<|quote|>he went on.</|quote|>"Rodney and Cassandra? Ol... | there, the tears running down his cheeks, unable to speak. They stood for some moments, looking at the illuminated blinds, an expression to them both of something impersonal and serene in the spirit of the woman within, working out her plans far into the night her plans for the good of a world that none of them were ev... | in salute; she dipped it as if in reverence. "How they burn!" she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested there satisfied. She had waited some time before a figure detached itself from the doorway and came across the road, slowly... | to stop without exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we ... | how I see you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning." Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish ... | asked passionately. "What have we got to give her? She s happy too," she added. "She has her work." Her voice shook slightly, and the light swam like an ocean of gold behind her tears. "You don t want me to go to her?" Ralph asked. "Go, if you like; tell her what you like," she replied. He crossed the road immediately,... | Night And Day |
"Rodney and Cassandra? Old Joan up at Highgate?" | Ralph Denham | and Mary?" he went on.<|quote|>"Rodney and Cassandra? Old Joan up at Highgate?"</|quote|>He stopped in his enumeration, | bent her head. "Your mother and Mary?" he went on.<|quote|>"Rodney and Cassandra? Old Joan up at Highgate?"</|quote|>He stopped in his enumeration, not finding it possible to | that none of them were ever to know. Then their minds jumped on and other little figures came by in procession, headed, in Ralph s view, by the figure of Sally Seal. "Do you remember Sally Seal?" he asked. Katharine bent her head. "Your mother and Mary?" he went on.<|quote|>"Rodney and Cassandra? Old Joan up at Highgat... | running down his cheeks, unable to speak. They stood for some moments, looking at the illuminated blinds, an expression to them both of something impersonal and serene in the spirit of the woman within, working out her plans far into the night her plans for the good of a world that none of them were ever to know. Then ... | dipped it as if in reverence. "How they burn!" she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested there satisfied. She had waited some time before a figure detached itself from the doorway and came across the road, slowly and reluctantl... | exactly knowing why they did so. It burned itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" ... | you? No, tell me tell me from the beginning." Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand o... | At this time of night there was no traffic and scarcely any foot-passengers, so that they could pace slowly without interruption, arm-in-arm, raising their hands now and then to draw something upon the vast blue curtain of the sky. They brought themselves by these means, acting on a mood of profound happiness, to a sta... | Night And Day |
He stopped in his enumeration, not finding it possible to link them together in any way that should explain the queer combination which he could perceive in them, as he thought of them. They appeared to him to be more than individuals; to be made up of many different things in cohesion; he had a vision of an orderly wo... | No speaker | Old Joan up at Highgate?"<|quote|>He stopped in his enumeration, not finding it possible to link them together in any way that should explain the queer combination which he could perceive in them, as he thought of them. They appeared to him to be more than individuals; to be made up of many different things in cohesion... | went on. "Rodney and Cassandra? Old Joan up at Highgate?"<|quote|>He stopped in his enumeration, not finding it possible to link them together in any way that should explain the queer combination which he could perceive in them, as he thought of them. They appeared to him to be more than individuals; to be made up of m... | Then their minds jumped on and other little figures came by in procession, headed, in Ralph s view, by the figure of Sally Seal. "Do you remember Sally Seal?" he asked. Katharine bent her head. "Your mother and Mary?" he went on. "Rodney and Cassandra? Old Joan up at Highgate?"<|quote|>He stopped in his enumeration, no... | stood for some moments, looking at the illuminated blinds, an expression to them both of something impersonal and serene in the spirit of the woman within, working out her plans far into the night her plans for the good of a world that none of them were ever to know. Then their minds jumped on and other little figures ... | burn!" she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested there satisfied. She had waited some time before a figure detached itself from the doorway and came across the road, slowly and reluctantly, to where she stood. "I didn t go in I... | itself into their minds. "That is the light in Mary s room," said Ralph. "She must be at home." He pointed across the street. Katharine s eyes rested there too. "Is she alone, working at this time of night? What is she working at?" she wondered. "Why should we interrupt her?" she asked passionately. "What have we got t... | beginning." Beginning with spasmodic words, he went on to speak more and more fluently, more and more passionately, feeling her leaning towards him, listening with wonder like a child, with gratitude like a woman. She interrupted him gravely now and then. "But it was foolish to stand outside and look at the windows. Su... | if in salute; she dipped it as if in reverence. "How they burn!" she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested there satisfied. She had waited some time before a figure detached itself from the doorway and came across the road, slo... | Night And Day |
"Good night," | Ralph Denham | and then loosed their hands.<|quote|>"Good night,"</|quote|>he breathed. "Good night," she | For a moment they waited, and then loosed their hands.<|quote|>"Good night,"</|quote|>he breathed. "Good night," she murmured back to him. | expectation of them or because Rodney was still there talking to Cassandra. Katharine pushed the door half open and stood upon the threshold. The light lay in soft golden grains upon the deep obscurity of the hushed and sleeping household. For a moment they waited, and then loosed their hands.<|quote|>"Good night,"</|q... | plain; they are heard under the window among the trees in the garden. Pausing, they looked down into the river which bore its dark tide of waters, endlessly moving, beneath them. They turned and found themselves opposite the house. Quietly they surveyed the friendly place, burning its lamps either in expectation of the... | him, but with that strange tremor in his voice, those eyes blindly adoring, whom did he answer? What woman did he see? And where was she walking, and who was her companion? Moments, fragments, a second of vision, and then the flying waters, the winds dissipating and dissolving; then, too, the recollection from chaos, t... | the present. Books were to be written, and since books must be written in rooms, and rooms must have hangings, and outside the windows there must be land, and an horizon to that land, and trees perhaps, and a hill, they sketched a habitation for themselves upon the outline of great offices in the Strand and continued t... | it was a sign of triumph shining there for ever, not to be extinguished this side of the grave. She brandished her happiness as if in salute; she dipped it as if in reverence. "How they burn!" she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and... | sing to the shadow of a piano. A few lights in bedroom windows burnt but were extinguished one by one as the omnibus passed them. They dismounted and walked down to the river. She felt his arm stiffen beneath her hand, and knew by this token that they had entered the enchanted region. She might speak to him, but with t... | Night And Day |
he breathed. | No speaker | loosed their hands. "Good night,"<|quote|>he breathed.</|quote|>"Good night," she murmured back | moment they waited, and then loosed their hands. "Good night,"<|quote|>he breathed.</|quote|>"Good night," she murmured back to him. | them or because Rodney was still there talking to Cassandra. Katharine pushed the door half open and stood upon the threshold. The light lay in soft golden grains upon the deep obscurity of the hushed and sleeping household. For a moment they waited, and then loosed their hands. "Good night,"<|quote|>he breathed.</|quo... | are heard under the window among the trees in the garden. Pausing, they looked down into the river which bore its dark tide of waters, endlessly moving, beneath them. They turned and found themselves opposite the house. Quietly they surveyed the friendly place, burning its lamps either in expectation of them or because... | with that strange tremor in his voice, those eyes blindly adoring, whom did he answer? What woman did he see? And where was she walking, and who was her companion? Moments, fragments, a second of vision, and then the flying waters, the winds dissipating and dissolving; then, too, the recollection from chaos, the return... | Books were to be written, and since books must be written in rooms, and rooms must have hangings, and outside the windows there must be land, and an horizon to that land, and trees perhaps, and a hill, they sketched a habitation for themselves upon the outline of great offices in the Strand and continued to make an acc... | a sign of triumph shining there for ever, not to be extinguished this side of the grave. She brandished her happiness as if in salute; she dipped it as if in reverence. "How they burn!" she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested... | it s all so simple," Katherine quoted, remembering some words of Sally Seal s, and wishing Ralph to understand that she followed the track of his thought. She felt him trying to piece together in a laborious and elementary fashion fragments of belief, unsoldered and separate, lacking the unity of phrases fashioned by t... | Night And Day |
"Good night," | Katharine Hilbery | hands. "Good night," he breathed.<|quote|>"Good night,"</|quote|>she murmured back to him. | waited, and then loosed their hands. "Good night," he breathed.<|quote|>"Good night,"</|quote|>she murmured back to him. | because Rodney was still there talking to Cassandra. Katharine pushed the door half open and stood upon the threshold. The light lay in soft golden grains upon the deep obscurity of the hushed and sleeping household. For a moment they waited, and then loosed their hands. "Good night," he breathed.<|quote|>"Good night,"... | under the window among the trees in the garden. Pausing, they looked down into the river which bore its dark tide of waters, endlessly moving, beneath them. They turned and found themselves opposite the house. Quietly they surveyed the friendly place, burning its lamps either in expectation of them or because Rodney wa... | strange tremor in his voice, those eyes blindly adoring, whom did he answer? What woman did he see? And where was she walking, and who was her companion? Moments, fragments, a second of vision, and then the flying waters, the winds dissipating and dissolving; then, too, the recollection from chaos, the return of securi... | to be written, and since books must be written in rooms, and rooms must have hangings, and outside the windows there must be land, and an horizon to that land, and trees perhaps, and a hill, they sketched a habitation for themselves upon the outline of great offices in the Strand and continued to make an account of the... | of triumph shining there for ever, not to be extinguished this side of the grave. She brandished her happiness as if in salute; she dipped it as if in reverence. "How they burn!" she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested there ... | be written, and since books must be written in rooms, and rooms must have hangings, and outside the windows there must be land, and an horizon to that land, and trees perhaps, and a hill, they sketched a habitation for themselves upon the outline of great offices in the Strand and continued to make an account of the fu... | Night And Day |
she murmured back to him. | No speaker | night," he breathed. "Good night,"<|quote|>she murmured back to him.</|quote|> | then loosed their hands. "Good night," he breathed. "Good night,"<|quote|>she murmured back to him.</|quote|> | was still there talking to Cassandra. Katharine pushed the door half open and stood upon the threshold. The light lay in soft golden grains upon the deep obscurity of the hushed and sleeping household. For a moment they waited, and then loosed their hands. "Good night," he breathed. "Good night,"<|quote|>she murmured b... | window among the trees in the garden. Pausing, they looked down into the river which bore its dark tide of waters, endlessly moving, beneath them. They turned and found themselves opposite the house. Quietly they surveyed the friendly place, burning its lamps either in expectation of them or because Rodney was still th... | in his voice, those eyes blindly adoring, whom did he answer? What woman did he see? And where was she walking, and who was her companion? Moments, fragments, a second of vision, and then the flying waters, the winds dissipating and dissolving; then, too, the recollection from chaos, the return of security, the earth f... | written, and since books must be written in rooms, and rooms must have hangings, and outside the windows there must be land, and an horizon to that land, and trees perhaps, and a hill, they sketched a habitation for themselves upon the outline of great offices in the Strand and continued to make an account of the futur... | shining there for ever, not to be extinguished this side of the grave. She brandished her happiness as if in salute; she dipped it as if in reverence. "How they burn!" she thought, and all the darkness of London seemed set with fires, roaring upwards; but her eyes came back to Mary s window and rested there satisfied. ... | she followed the track of his thought. She felt him trying to piece together in a laborious and elementary fashion fragments of belief, unsoldered and separate, lacking the unity of phrases fashioned by the old believers. Together they groped in this difficult region, where the unfinished, the unfulfilled, the unwritte... | Night And Day |
Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen CHAPTER 1 No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy would have supposed her born to be an heroine. Her situation in life, the character of her father and mother, her own person and disposition, were all equally against her. Her father was a clergyman, without being neglec... | No speaker | <|quote|>Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen CHAPTER 1 No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy would have supposed her born to be an heroine. Her situation in life, the character of her father and mother, her own person and disposition, were all equally against her. Her father was a clergyman, without bei... | <|quote|>Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen CHAPTER 1 No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy would have supposed her born to be an heroine. Her situation in life, the character of her father and mother, her own person and disposition, were all equally against her. Her father was a clergyman, without bei... | <|quote|>Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen CHAPTER 1 No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy would have supposed her born to be an heroine. Her situation in life, the character of her father and mother, her own person and disposition, were all equally against her. Her father was a clergyman, without bei... | <|quote|>Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen CHAPTER 1 No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy would have supposed her born to be an heroine. Her situation in life, the character of her father and mother, her own person and disposition, were all equally against her. Her father was a clergyman, without bei... | <|quote|>Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen CHAPTER 1 No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy would have supposed her born to be an heroine. Her situation in life, the character of her father and mother, her own person and disposition, were all equally against her. Her father was a clergyman, without bei... | <|quote|>Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen CHAPTER 1 No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy would have supposed her born to be an heroine. Her situation in life, the character of her father and mother, her own person and disposition, were all equally against her. Her father was a clergyman, without bei... | <|quote|>Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen CHAPTER 1 No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy would have supposed her born to be an heroine. Her situation in life, the character of her father and mother, her own person and disposition, were all equally against her. Her father was a clergyman, without bei... | <|quote|>Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen CHAPTER 1 No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy would have supposed her born to be an heroine. Her situation in life, the character of her father and mother, her own person and disposition, were all equally against her. Her father was a clergyman, without bei... | Northanger Abbey |
"I beg, Catherine, you will always wrap yourself up very warm about the throat, when you come from the rooms at night; and I wish you would try to keep some account of the money you spend; I will give you this little book on purpose." | Mrs. Morland | confined to the following points.<|quote|>"I beg, Catherine, you will always wrap yourself up very warm about the throat, when you come from the rooms at night; and I wish you would try to keep some account of the money you spend; I will give you this little book on purpose."</|quote|>Sally, or rather Sarah (for | their machinations. Her cautions were confined to the following points.<|quote|>"I beg, Catherine, you will always wrap yourself up very warm about the throat, when you come from the rooms at night; and I wish you would try to keep some account of the money you spend; I will give you this little book on purpose."</|quo... | relieve the fulness of her heart. Who would not think so? But Mrs. Morland knew so little of lords and baronets, that she entertained no notion of their general mischievousness, and was wholly unsuspicious of danger to her daughter from their machinations. Her cautions were confined to the following points.<|quote|>"I ... | together; and advice of the most important and applicable nature must of course flow from her wise lips in their parting conference in her closet. Cautions against the violence of such noblemen and baronets as delight in forcing young ladies away to some remote farm-house, must, at such a moment, relieve the fulness of... | open, without conceit or affectation of any kind her manners just removed from the awkwardness and shyness of a girl; her person pleasing, and, when in good looks, pretty and her mind about as ignorant and uninformed as the female mind at seventeen usually is. When the hour of departure drew near, the maternal anxiety ... | origin was unknown. Her father had no ward, and the squire of the parish no children. But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way. Mr. Allen, who owned the chief of the property about Fullerton, th... | be gained from them, provided they were all story and no reflection, she had never any objection to books at all. But from fifteen to seventeen she was in training for a heroine; she read all such works as heroines must read to supply their memories with those quotations which are so serviceable and so soothing in the ... | call forth her sensibility, without having inspired one real passion, and without having excited even any admiration but what was very moderate and very transient. This was strange indeed! But strange things may be generally accounted for if their cause be fairly searched out. There was not one lord in the neighbourhoo... | Northanger Abbey |
Sally, or rather Sarah (for what young lady of common gentility will reach the age of sixteen without altering her name as far as she can?), must from situation be at this time the intimate friend and confidante of her sister. It is remarkable, however, that she neither insisted on Catherine s writing by every post, no... | No speaker | this little book on purpose."<|quote|>Sally, or rather Sarah (for what young lady of common gentility will reach the age of sixteen without altering her name as far as she can?), must from situation be at this time the intimate friend and confidante of her sister. It is remarkable, however, that she neither insisted on... | spend; I will give you this little book on purpose."<|quote|>Sally, or rather Sarah (for what young lady of common gentility will reach the age of sixteen without altering her name as far as she can?), must from situation be at this time the intimate friend and confidante of her sister. It is remarkable, however, that ... | to the following points. "I beg, Catherine, you will always wrap yourself up very warm about the throat, when you come from the rooms at night; and I wish you would try to keep some account of the money you spend; I will give you this little book on purpose."<|quote|>Sally, or rather Sarah (for what young lady of commo... | at such a moment, relieve the fulness of her heart. Who would not think so? But Mrs. Morland knew so little of lords and baronets, that she entertained no notion of their general mischievousness, and was wholly unsuspicious of danger to her daughter from their machinations. Her cautions were confined to the following p... | the hour of departure drew near, the maternal anxiety of Mrs. Morland will be naturally supposed to be most severe. A thousand alarming presentiments of evil to her beloved Catherine from this terrific separation must oppress her heart with sadness, and drown her in tears for the last day or two of their being together... | way. Mr. Allen, who owned the chief of the property about Fullerton, the village in Wiltshire where the Morlands lived, was ordered to Bath for the benefit of a gouty constitution and his lady, a good-humoured woman, fond of Miss Morland, and probably aware that if adventures will not befall a young lady in her own vil... | with those quotations which are so serviceable and so soothing in the vicissitudes of their eventful lives. From Pope, she learnt to censure those who "bear about the mockery of woe." From Gray, that "Many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its fragrance on the desert air." From Thompson, that "It is a delight... | portray. She had reached the age of seventeen, without having seen one amiable youth who could call forth her sensibility, without having inspired one real passion, and without having excited even any admiration but what was very moderate and very transient. This was strange indeed! But strange things may be generally ... | Northanger Abbey |
"I wish you could dance, my dear I wish you could get a partner." | Mrs. Allen | placidly, every now and then,<|quote|>"I wish you could dance, my dear I wish you could get a partner."</|quote|>For some time her young | a case by saying very placidly, every now and then,<|quote|>"I wish you could dance, my dear I wish you could get a partner."</|quote|>For some time her young friend felt obliged to her | splendid sight, and she began, for the first time that evening, to feel herself at a ball: she longed to dance, but she had not an acquaintance in the room. Mrs. Allen did all that she could do in such a case by saying very placidly, every now and then,<|quote|>"I wish you could dance, my dear I wish you could get a pa... | ingenuity they found themselves at last in the passage behind the highest bench. Here there was something less of crowd than below; and hence Miss Morland had a comprehensive view of all the company beneath her, and of all the dangers of her late passage through them. It was a splendid sight, and she began, for the fir... | disengage themselves from the crowd; it seemed rather to increase as they went on, whereas she had imagined that when once fairly within the door, they should easily find seats and be able to watch the dances with perfect convenience. But this was far from being the case, and though by unwearied diligence they gained e... | was cut and dressed by the best hand, her clothes put on with care, and both Mrs. Allen and her maid declared she looked quite as she should do. With such encouragement, Catherine hoped at least to pass uncensured through the crowd. As for admiration, it was always very welcome when it came, but she did not depend on i... | guineas, and promised her more when she wanted it. Under these unpromising auspices, the parting took place, and the journey began. It was performed with suitable quietness and uneventful safety. Neither robbers nor tempests befriended them, nor one lucky overturn to introduce them to the hero. Nothing more alarming oc... | too firmly within her friend s to be torn asunder by any common effort of a struggling assembly. But to her utter amazement she found that to proceed along the room was by no means the way to disengage themselves from the crowd; it seemed rather to increase as they went on, whereas she had imagined that when once fairl... | Northanger Abbey |
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