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"Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing off to myself how well I can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so bad. He's quite like us in some ways." | Brenda | and he's going this evening."<|quote|>"Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing off to myself how well I can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so bad. He's quite like us in some ways."</... | look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening."<|quote|>"Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing off to myself how well I can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so bad. He's ... | Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said, "Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver." "Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." "So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening."<|quote|>"... | can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When the... | it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church." "Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely." When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut t... | lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edges for himself and Beaver and a camellia for his wife. Shafts of November sunshine streamed down from lancet and oriel, tinctured in green and gold,... | her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen," a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, the congregation crouched silently for a few seconds and then made for the door. Th... | to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edges for himself and Beaver and a camellia for ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"He's not like me," | Tony Last | like us in some ways."<|quote|>"He's not like me,"</|quote|>said Tony. After luncheon Tony | isn't so bad. He's quite like us in some ways."<|quote|>"He's not like me,"</|quote|>said Tony. After luncheon Tony said, "Well, if it would | quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing off to myself how well I can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so bad. He's quite like us in some ways."<|quote|>"He's not like me,"</|quote|>said Tony. After l... | enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said, "Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver." "Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." "So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You kno... | fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a l... | and azure by the emblazoned coats, broken by the leaded devices into countless points and patches of coloured light. Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow. Both hands were occupied, holding to her breast a bag, a small hat, a half-finished panel of petit-point embroi... | for the door. There was no sign of recognition until they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange of greetings, solicitous, cordial, garrulous. Tony spoke to the vet's wife and Mr Partridge from the shop; then he was joined by the vicar. "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" "No, nothing serious." This wa... | out for a minute or two, it looks lovely." When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Tony. After luncheon Tony said, | No speaker | ways." "He's not like me,"<|quote|>said Tony. After luncheon Tony said,</|quote|>"Well, if it would really | quite like us in some ways." "He's not like me,"<|quote|>said Tony. After luncheon Tony said,</|quote|>"Well, if it would really amuse you, we might go | that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing off to myself how well I can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so bad. He's quite like us in some ways." "He's not like me,"<|quote|>said Tony. After luncheon Tony said,</|quote|>"We... | sherry?" When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said, "Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver." "Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." "So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference betw... | Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the se... | emblazoned coats, broken by the leaded devices into countless points and patches of coloured light. Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow. Both hands were occupied, holding to her breast a bag, a small hat, a half-finished panel of petit-point embroidery and a vast, ... | was no sign of recognition until they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange of greetings, solicitous, cordial, garrulous. Tony spoke to the vet's wife and Mr Partridge from the shop; then he was joined by the vicar. "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" "No, nothing serious." This was the invariable for... | be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely." When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, if it would really amuse you, we might go over the house. I know it isn't fashionable to like this sort of architecture now--my Aunt Frances says it is an authentic Pecksniff--but I think it's good of its kind." | Tony Last | Tony. After luncheon Tony said,<|quote|>"Well, if it would really amuse you, we might go over the house. I know it isn't fashionable to like this sort of architecture now--my Aunt Frances says it is an authentic Pecksniff--but I think it's good of its kind."</|quote|>It took them two hours. | "He's not like me," said Tony. After luncheon Tony said,<|quote|>"Well, if it would really amuse you, we might go over the house. I know it isn't fashionable to like this sort of architecture now--my Aunt Frances says it is an authentic Pecksniff--but I think it's good of its kind."</|quote|>It took them two hours. Bea... | when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing off to myself how well I can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so bad. He's quite like us in some ways." "He's not like me," said Tony. After luncheon Tony said,<|quote|>"Well, if it would really amuse you, we might go ... | just before luncheon, he said, "Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver." "Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." "So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you ju... | was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and... | devices into countless points and patches of coloured light. Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow. Both hands were occupied, holding to her breast a bag, a small hat, a half-finished panel of petit-point embroidery and a vast, disordered sheaf of Sunday newspapers, ... | they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange of greetings, solicitous, cordial, garrulous. Tony spoke to the vet's wife and Mr Partridge from the shop; then he was joined by the vicar. "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" "No, nothing serious." This was the invariable formula when he appeared at church w... | of 1926 when poor Ada was so ill... No, I don't seem to have used it here since 1911, when you would have been too young to enjoy it..." The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint: "...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he had been able to cat the rum up, but mul... | A Handful Of Dust |
It took them two hours. Beaver was well practised in the art of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative comments and greatly enhanced t... | No speaker | it's good of its kind."<|quote|>It took them two hours. Beaver was well practised in the art of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative... | an authentic Pecksniff--but I think it's good of its kind."<|quote|>It took them two hours. Beaver was well practised in the art of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, prof... | "He's not like me," said Tony. After luncheon Tony said, "Well, if it would really amuse you, we might go over the house. I know it isn't fashionable to like this sort of architecture now--my Aunt Frances says it is an authentic Pecksniff--but I think it's good of its kind."<|quote|>It took them two hours. Beaver was w... | quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing off to myself how well I can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so bad. He's quite like us in some ways." "He's not like me," said Tony. After luncheon Tony said... | a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alone togeth... | petit-point embroidery and a vast, disordered sheaf of Sunday newspapers, above which only her eyes and forehead appeared as though over a yashmak. Beaver emerged from the shadows below and stood at the foot of the stairs looking up at her. "I say, can't I carry something?" "No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did... | I hope?" "No, nothing serious." This was the invariable formula when he appeared at church without her. "A most interesting sermon, Vicar." "My dear boy, I'm delighted to hear you say so. It is one of my favourites. But have you never heard it before?" "No, I assure you." "I haven't used it here lately. When I am asked... | telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are g... | A Handful Of Dust |
"The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" | John Beaver | At intervals Beaver would say,<|quote|>"The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place"</|quote|>", and Tony would say, | travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say,<|quote|>"The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place"</|quote|>", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it but | snuff-boxes, china, ormulu, cloisonn?; they paused before each picture in the oak gallery and discussed its associations; they took out the more remarkable folios in the library and examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Be... | read to the assembled household, the plate-room and estate office, the bedrooms and attics, the water-tank concealed among the battlements. They climbed the spiral staircase into the works of the clock and waited to see it strike half-past three. Thence they descended with ringing ears to the collections--enamel, ivori... | it's good of its kind." It took them two hours. Beaver was well practised in the art of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative comment... | I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When t... | vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint: "...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he had been able to cat the rum up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..." Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home. "How many times have I told you not to go repeati... | as though over a yashmak. Beaver emerged from the shadows below and stood at the foot of the stairs looking up at her. "I say, can't I carry something?" "No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?" "Beautifully." "I bet you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very good sleeper." "Next time you come you shall have a ... | A Handful Of Dust |
", and Tony would say, | No speaker | that at Such-and-such a place"<|quote|>", and Tony would say,</|quote|>"Yes, I've seen it but | have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place"<|quote|>", and Tony would say,</|quote|>"Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the | gallery and discussed its associations; they took out the more remarkable folios in the library and examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a ... | and attics, the water-tank concealed among the battlements. They climbed the spiral staircase into the works of the clock and waited to see it strike half-past three. Thence they descended with ringing ears to the collections--enamel, ivories, seals, snuff-boxes, china, ormulu, cloisonn?; they paused before each pictur... | well practised in the art of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative comments and greatly enhanced the pleasure Tony always took in exp... | woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alone together, just before luncheon, h... | story of Peppermint: "...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he had been able to cat the rum up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..." Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home. "How many times have I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about... | you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very good sleeper." "Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church." "Yes, he likes that. ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." | Tony Last | ", and Tony would say,<|quote|>"Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier."</|quote|>Eventually they came back to | that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say,<|quote|>"Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier."</|quote|>Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left | they took out the more remarkable folios in the library and examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say,<|quote|>"Y... | among the battlements. They climbed the spiral staircase into the works of the clock and waited to see it strike half-past three. Thence they descended with ringing ears to the collections--enamel, ivories, seals, snuff-boxes, china, ormulu, cloisonn?; they paused before each picture in the oak gallery and discussed it... | of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative comments and greatly enhanced the pleasure Tony always took in exposing his treasures. They ... | to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said, "Darling, you're bei... | been all right, Ben says, if he had been able to cat the rum up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..." Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home. "How many times have I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use tha... | we might go over the house. I know it isn't fashionable to like this sort of architecture now--my Aunt Frances says it is an authentic Pecksniff--but I think it's good of its kind." It took them two hours. Beaver was well practised in the art of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since ... | A Handful Of Dust |
Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. | No speaker | think mine is the earlier."<|quote|>Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair.</|quote|>"Well," she asked, without looking | I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier."<|quote|>Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair.</|quote|>"Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what | examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier."<|quote|>Eventuall... | of the clock and waited to see it strike half-past three. Thence they descended with ringing ears to the collections--enamel, ivories, seals, snuff-boxes, china, ormulu, cloisonn?; they paused before each picture in the oak gallery and discussed its associations; they took out the more remarkable folios in the library ... | it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative comments and greatly enhanced the pleasure Tony always took in exposing his treasures. They saw it all: the shuttered drawing-room, like a school ... | dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said, "Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver." "Oh, I quite enjoy coping-... | cat the rum up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..." Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home. "How many times have I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be si... | sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing off to myself how well I can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so bad. He's quite like us in some ways." "He's not like me," said Tony. After luncheon Tony said, "Wel... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well," | Brenda | petit-point, hunched in an armchair.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>she asked, without looking up | was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did | have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>she asked, without... | ormulu, cloisonn?; they paused before each picture in the oak gallery and discussed its associations; they took out the more remarkable folios in the library and examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The... | He made apt and appreciative comments and greatly enhanced the pleasure Tony always took in exposing his treasures. They saw it all: the shuttered drawing-room, like a school speech hall, the cloistral passages, the dark inner courtyard, the chapel where, until Tony's succession, family prayers had been daily read to t... | Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said, "Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver." "Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." "So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be... | I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off ... | his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative comments and greatly enhanced the pleasure Tony always took in exposing his treasures. They saw it all: the shuttered drawing-room, like a school speech hall, the cloistral passages, the dark inn... | A Handful Of Dust |
she asked, without looking up from her needlework, | No speaker | hunched in an armchair. "Well,"<|quote|>she asked, without looking up from her needlework,</|quote|>"what did you think of | stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well,"<|quote|>she asked, without looking up from her needlework,</|quote|>"what did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have | got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well,"<|quote|>she asked, without looking up fr... | cloisonn?; they paused before each picture in the oak gallery and discussed its associations; they took out the more remarkable folios in the library and examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-... | made apt and appreciative comments and greatly enhanced the pleasure Tony always took in exposing his treasures. They saw it all: the shuttered drawing-room, like a school speech hall, the cloistral passages, the dark inner courtyard, the chapel where, until Tony's succession, family prayers had been daily read to the ... | church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said, "Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver." "Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." "So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite... | told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off to... | "... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across t... | A Handful Of Dust |
"what did you think of it?" | Brenda | looking up from her needlework,<|quote|>"what did you think of it?"</|quote|>"Magnificent." "You don't have to | armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework,<|quote|>"what did you think of it?"</|quote|>"Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you | place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework,<|quote|>"what did you think of it... | oak gallery and discussed its associations; they took out the more remarkable folios in the library and examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-suc... | the pleasure Tony always took in exposing his treasures. They saw it all: the shuttered drawing-room, like a school speech hall, the cloistral passages, the dark inner courtyard, the chapel where, until Tony's succession, family prayers had been daily read to the assembled household, the plate-room and estate office, t... | they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said, "Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver." "Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." "So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that w... | Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice... | I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." "So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing o... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Magnificent." | John Beaver | did you think of it?"<|quote|>"Magnificent."</|quote|>"You don't have to say | up from her needlework, "what did you think of it?"<|quote|>"Magnificent."</|quote|>"You don't have to say that to me, you know." | "Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did you think of it?"<|quote|>"Magnificent."</|quote|>"Yo... | they took out the more remarkable folios in the library and examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've... | exposing his treasures. They saw it all: the shuttered drawing-room, like a school speech hall, the cloistral passages, the dark inner courtyard, the chapel where, until Tony's succession, family prayers had been daily read to the assembled household, the plate-room and estate office, the bedrooms and attics, the water... | luncheon, he said, "Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver." "Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." "So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away ... | want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he p... | new friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church." "Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely." When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any c... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You don't have to say that to me, you know." | Brenda | you think of it?" "Magnificent."<|quote|>"You don't have to say that to me, you know."</|quote|>"Well, a lot of the | from her needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent."<|quote|>"You don't have to say that to me, you know."</|quote|>"Well, a lot of the things are very fine." "Yes, | I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent."<|quote|>"You don't have to... | took out the more remarkable folios in the library and examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen... | his treasures. They saw it all: the shuttered drawing-room, like a school speech hall, the cloistral passages, the dark inner courtyard, the chapel where, until Tony's succession, family prayers had been daily read to the assembled household, the plate-room and estate office, the bedrooms and attics, the water-tank con... | he said, "Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver." "Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." "So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, ... | to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked... | was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you a... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, a lot of the things are very fine." | John Beaver | that to me, you know."<|quote|>"Well, a lot of the things are very fine."</|quote|>"Yes, the _things_ are all | "You don't have to say that to me, you know."<|quote|>"Well, a lot of the things are very fine."</|quote|>"Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose." "But don't | Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know."<|quote|>"Well, a lot of the... | examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." Eventually they c... | a school speech hall, the cloistral passages, the dark inner courtyard, the chapel where, until Tony's succession, family prayers had been daily read to the assembled household, the plate-room and estate office, the bedrooms and attics, the water-tank concealed among the battlements. They climbed the spiral staircase i... | quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." "So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing off... | word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edges for hims... | then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said, "... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose." | Brenda | the things are very fine."<|quote|>"Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose."</|quote|>"But don't you like the | know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine."<|quote|>"Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose."</|quote|>"But don't you like the house?" "Me? I _detest_ it... | left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine."<|quote|>"Yes, the _things_ are all righ... | the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was st... | inner courtyard, the chapel where, until Tony's succession, family prayers had been daily read to the assembled household, the plate-room and estate office, the bedrooms and attics, the water-tank concealed among the battlements. They climbed the spiral staircase into the works of the clock and waited to see it strike ... | I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing off to myself how well I can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so ... | "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edges for himself and Beaver and a camellia for his wife. Sha... | be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely." When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"But don't you like the house?" | John Beaver | are all right, I suppose."<|quote|>"But don't you like the house?"</|quote|>"Me? I _detest_ it... at | very fine." "Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose."<|quote|>"But don't you like the house?"</|quote|>"Me? I _detest_ it... at least I don't mean that | at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine." "Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose."<|quote|>"But don't you like the house?"... | At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armch... | family prayers had been daily read to the assembled household, the plate-room and estate office, the bedrooms and attics, the water-tank concealed among the battlements. They climbed the spiral staircase into the works of the clock and waited to see it strike half-past three. Thence they descended with ringing ears to ... | afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing off to myself how well I can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so bad. He's quite like us in some ways."... | As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edges for himself and Beaver and a camellia for his wife. Shafts of November sunshine streamed down from lancet and ... | comments and greatly enhanced the pleasure Tony always took in exposing his treasures. They saw it all: the shuttered drawing-room, like a school speech hall, the cloistral passages, the dark inner courtyard, the chapel where, until Tony's succession, family prayers had been daily read to the assembled household, the p... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Me? I _detest_ it... at least I don't mean that really, but I do wish sometimes that it wasn't _all_, every bit of it, so appallingly ugly. Only I'd die rather than say that to Tony. We could never live anywhere else, of course. He's crazy about the place... It's funny. None of us minded very much when my brother Regg... | Brenda | don't you like the house?"<|quote|>"Me? I _detest_ it... at least I don't mean that really, but I do wish sometimes that it wasn't _all_, every bit of it, so appallingly ugly. Only I'd die rather than say that to Tony. We could never live anywhere else, of course. He's crazy about the place... It's funny. None of us mi... | all right, I suppose." "But don't you like the house?"<|quote|>"Me? I _detest_ it... at least I don't mean that really, but I do wish sometimes that it wasn't _all_, every bit of it, so appallingly ugly. Only I'd die rather than say that to Tony. We could never live anywhere else, of course. He's crazy about the place.... | armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine." "Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose." "But don't you like the house?"<|quote|>"Me? I _detest_ it... at least I ... | So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without look... | to the assembled household, the plate-room and estate office, the bedrooms and attics, the water-tank concealed among the battlements. They climbed the spiral staircase into the works of the clock and waited to see it strike half-past three. Thence they descended with ringing ears to the collections--enamel, ivories, s... | "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing off to myself how well I can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so bad. He's quite like us in some ways." "He's not like me," said Tony. After lu... | lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edges for himself and Beaver and a camellia for his wife. Shafts of November sunshine streamed down from lancet and oriel, tinctured in green and gold,... | and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing off to myself how well I can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so bad. He's quite like us in some ways." "He's not... | A Handful Of Dust |
Tony joined them for tea. | No speaker | and sees it all differently..."<|quote|>Tony joined them for tea.</|quote|>"I don't want to seem | Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..."<|quote|>Tony joined them for tea.</|quote|>"I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going | about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..."<|quote|>Tony joined them for tea.</|quote|>"I don'... | for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to ... | least I don't mean that really, but I do wish sometimes that it wasn't _all_, every bit of it, so appallingly ugly. Only I'd die rather than say that to Tony. We could never live anywhere else, of course. He's crazy about the place... It's funny. None of us minded very much when my brother Reggie sold _our_ house--and ... | plate-room and estate office, the bedrooms and attics, the water-tank concealed among the battlements. They climbed the spiral staircase into the works of the clock and waited to see it strike half-past three. Thence they descended with ringing ears to the collections--enamel, ivories, seals, snuff-boxes, china, ormulu... | having them and we never make any new friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church." "Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely." When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was s... | brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative comments and greatly enhanced the pleasure Tony always took in exposing his treasures. They saw it all: the shuttered drawing-room, ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." | Tony Last | Tony joined them for tea.<|quote|>"I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready."</|quote|>"That's all right. I've persuaded | and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea.<|quote|>"I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready."</|quote|>"That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till | take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea.<|quote|>"I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you... | we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the nigh... | really, but I do wish sometimes that it wasn't _all_, every bit of it, so appallingly ugly. Only I'd die rather than say that to Tony. We could never live anywhere else, of course. He's crazy about the place... It's funny. None of us minded very much when my brother Reggie sold _our_ house--and that was built by Vanbru... | bedrooms and attics, the water-tank concealed among the battlements. They climbed the spiral staircase into the works of the clock and waited to see it strike half-past three. Thence they descended with ringing ears to the collections--enamel, ivories, seals, snuff-boxes, china, ormulu, cloisonn?; they paused before ea... | make any new friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church." "Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely." When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if i... | to like this sort of architecture now--my Aunt Frances says it is an authentic Pecksniff--but I think it's good of its kind." It took them two hours. Beaver was well practised in the art of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had... | A Handful Of Dust |
"That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow." | Brenda | really to be getting ready."<|quote|>"That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow."</|quote|>"If you're sure you don't..." | catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready."<|quote|>"That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow."</|quote|>"If you're sure you don't..." "Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's | if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready."<|quote|>"That's all right. I've persuaded... | little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... ... | than say that to Tony. We could never live anywhere else, of course. He's crazy about the place... It's funny. None of us minded very much when my brother Reggie sold _our_ house--and that was built by Vanbrugh, you know... I suppose we're lucky to be able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs j... | waited to see it strike half-past three. Thence they descended with ringing ears to the collections--enamel, ivories, seals, snuff-boxes, china, ormulu, cloisonn?; they paused before each picture in the oak gallery and discussed its associations; they took out the more remarkable folios in the library and examined prin... | out for a minute or two, it looks lovely." When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In... | mine is the earlier." Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know." "Well... | A Handful Of Dust |
"If you're sure you don't..." | John Beaver | to stay on till to-morrow."<|quote|>"If you're sure you don't..."</|quote|>"Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's | all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow."<|quote|>"If you're sure you don't..."</|quote|>"Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's beastly going up at this | but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow."<|quote|>"If you're sure you don't..."<... | the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all dif... | of course. He's crazy about the place... It's funny. None of us minded very much when my brother Reggie sold _our_ house--and that was built by Vanbrugh, you know... I suppose we're lucky to be able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for... | ringing ears to the collections--enamel, ivories, seals, snuff-boxes, china, ormulu, cloisonn?; they paused before each picture in the oak gallery and discussed its associations; they took out the more remarkable folios in the library and examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Ab... | came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if ... | the spiral staircase into the works of the clock and waited to see it strike half-past three. Thence they descended with ringing ears to the collections--enamel, ivories, seals, snuff-boxes, china, ormulu, cloisonn?; they paused before each picture in the oak gallery and discussed its associations; they took out the mo... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's beastly going up at this time, particularly by that train." | Brenda | "If you're sure you don't..."<|quote|>"Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's beastly going up at this time, particularly by that train."</|quote|>When John came in he | to stay on till to-morrow." "If you're sure you don't..."<|quote|>"Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's beastly going up at this time, particularly by that train."</|quote|>When John came in he said, "I thought Mr Beaver | brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow." "If you're sure you don't..."<|quote|>"Splendid. I _am_ glad. It... | moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined th... | the place... It's funny. None of us minded very much when my brother Reggie sold _our_ house--and that was built by Vanbrugh, you know... I suppose we're lucky to be able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support f... | ivories, seals, snuff-boxes, china, ormulu, cloisonn?; they paused before each picture in the oak gallery and discussed its associations; they took out the more remarkable folios in the library and examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors.... | in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes... | very fine." "Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose." "But don't you like the house?" "Me? I _detest_ it... at least I don't mean that really, but I do wish sometimes that it wasn't _all_, every bit of it, so appallingly ugly. Only I'd die rather than say that to Tony. We could never live anywhere else, of course. ... | A Handful Of Dust |
When John came in he said, | No speaker | time, particularly by that train."<|quote|>When John came in he said,</|quote|>"I thought Mr Beaver was | beastly going up at this time, particularly by that train."<|quote|>When John came in he said,</|quote|>"I thought Mr Beaver was going." "Not till to-morrow." "Oh." | want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow." "If you're sure you don't..." "Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's beastly going up at this time, particularly by that train."<|quote|>When John came in he... | car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to ca... | _our_ house--and that was built by Vanbrugh, you know... I suppose we're lucky to be able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman an... | and discussed its associations; they took out the more remarkable folios in the library and examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" "... | again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six d... | the dark inner courtyard, the chapel where, until Tony's succession, family prayers had been daily read to the assembled household, the plate-room and estate office, the bedrooms and attics, the water-tank concealed among the battlements. They climbed the spiral staircase into the works of the clock and waited to see i... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I thought Mr Beaver was going." | John Andrew | John came in he said,<|quote|>"I thought Mr Beaver was going."</|quote|>"Not till to-morrow." "Oh." After | particularly by that train." When John came in he said,<|quote|>"I thought Mr Beaver was going."</|quote|>"Not till to-morrow." "Oh." After dinner Tony sat and read | you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow." "If you're sure you don't..." "Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's beastly going up at this time, particularly by that train." When John came in he said,<|quote|>"I thought Mr Beaver was go... | night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought... | Vanbrugh, you know... I suppose we're lucky to be able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and od... | out the more remarkable folios in the library and examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it b... | see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children,... | plate-room and estate office, the bedrooms and attics, the water-tank concealed among the battlements. They climbed the spiral staircase into the works of the clock and waited to see it strike half-past three. Thence they descended with ringing ears to the collections--enamel, ivories, seals, snuff-boxes, china, ormulu... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Not till to-morrow." | Unknowable | thought Mr Beaver was going."<|quote|>"Not till to-morrow."</|quote|>"Oh." After dinner Tony sat | came in he said, "I thought Mr Beaver was going."<|quote|>"Not till to-morrow."</|quote|>"Oh." After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda | you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow." "If you're sure you don't..." "Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's beastly going up at this time, particularly by that train." When John came in he said, "I thought Mr Beaver was going."<|quote|>"Not till to-morrow."</|quot... | I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That'... | lucky to be able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to ... | the library and examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." E... | yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast... | needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine." "Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose." "But don't you like the house?" "Me? I _detest_ it... at least I don't mean that really, but I do wish sometimes that it wasn't _a... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh." | John Andrew | was going." "Not till to-morrow."<|quote|>"Oh."</|quote|>After dinner Tony sat and | said, "I thought Mr Beaver was going." "Not till to-morrow."<|quote|>"Oh."</|quote|>After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and | to be getting ready." "That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow." "If you're sure you don't..." "Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's beastly going up at this time, particularly by that train." When John came in he said, "I thought Mr Beaver was going." "Not till to-morrow."<|quote|>"Oh."</|quote|>After di... | so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right. I've... | able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clo... | examined prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." Eventually they c... | going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this t... | is the earlier." Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know." "Well, a l... | A Handful Of Dust |
After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were on the sofa playing games together. They did a cross-word. Beaver said, | No speaker | going." "Not till to-morrow." "Oh."<|quote|>After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were on the sofa playing games together. They did a cross-word. Beaver said,</|quote|>"I've thought of something" ", | "I thought Mr Beaver was going." "Not till to-morrow." "Oh."<|quote|>After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were on the sofa playing games together. They did a cross-word. Beaver said,</|quote|>"I've thought of something" ", and Brenda asked him questions | be getting ready." "That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow." "If you're sure you don't..." "Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's beastly going up at this time, particularly by that train." When John came in he said, "I thought Mr Beaver was going." "Not till to-morrow." "Oh."<|quote|>After dinner Tony sa... | badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right. I've pe... | to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks a... | prints of the original buildings, manuscript account-books of the old Abbey, travel journals of Tony's ancestors. At intervals Beaver would say, "The So-and-so's have got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." Eventually they came back ... | to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I'... | I think it's good of its kind." It took them two hours. Beaver was well practised in the art of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I've thought of something" | John Beaver | did a cross-word. Beaver said,<|quote|>"I've thought of something"</|quote|>", and Brenda asked him | sofa playing games together. They did a cross-word. Beaver said,<|quote|>"I've thought of something"</|quote|>", and Brenda asked him questions to find what it | beastly going up at this time, particularly by that train." When John came in he said, "I thought Mr Beaver was going." "Not till to-morrow." "Oh." After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were on the sofa playing games together. They did a cross-word. Beaver said,<|quote|>"I've thought of something... | it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow." "If you're sure you don't..." "Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's beastly going up at this time,... | if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take... | got one rather like that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her n... | if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alon... | took in exposing his treasures. They saw it all: the shuttered drawing-room, like a school speech hall, the cloistral passages, the dark inner courtyard, the chapel where, until Tony's succession, family prayers had been daily read to the assembled household, the plate-room and estate office, the bedrooms and attics, t... | A Handful Of Dust |
", and Brenda asked him questions to find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. | No speaker | said, "I've thought of something"<|quote|>", and Brenda asked him questions to find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night bec... | They did a cross-word. Beaver said, "I've thought of something"<|quote|>", and Brenda asked him questions to find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. The... | this time, particularly by that train." When John came in he said, "I thought Mr Beaver was going." "Not till to-morrow." "Oh." After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were on the sofa playing games together. They did a cross-word. Beaver said, "I've thought of something"<|quote|>", and Brenda aske... | joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow." "If you're sure you don't..." "Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's beastly going up at this time, particularly by that train.... | that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to Lond... | that at Such-and-such a place" ", and Tony would say, "Yes, I've seen it but I think mine is the earlier." Eventually they came back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did... | or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alone together, ju... | see it strike half-past three. Thence they descended with ringing ears to the collections--enamel, ivories, seals, snuff-boxes, china, ormulu, cloisonn?; they paused before each picture in the oak gallery and discussed its associations; they took out the more remarkable folios in the library and examined prints of the ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Do let me know when you come to London." | John Beaver | Beaver was catching the 9.10.<|quote|>"Do let me know when you come to London."</|quote|>"I may be up this | said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10.<|quote|>"Do let me know when you come to London."</|quote|>"I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped | questions to find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10.<|quote|>"Do let me know when yo... | train." When John came in he said, "I thought Mr Beaver was going." "Not till to-morrow." "Oh." After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were on the sofa playing games together. They did a cross-word. Beaver said, "I've thought of something" ", and Brenda asked him questions to find what it was. He ... | a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to ... | did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine." "Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose." "But don't you like the house?" "Me? I _detest_ it... at least I don't mean that really, but I do wish sometimes that it wasn't _all_, every bit of ... | were alone together, just before luncheon, he said, "Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver." "Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." "So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when s... | away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine." "Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose." "But don't you like the house?" "M... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I may be up this week." | Brenda | when you come to London."<|quote|>"I may be up this week."</|quote|>Next morning Beaver tipped both | 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London."<|quote|>"I may be up this week."</|quote|>Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings | of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London."<|quote|>"I may be up this week."</|q... | Mr Beaver was going." "Not till to-morrow." "Oh." After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were on the sofa playing games together. They did a cross-word. Beaver said, "I've thought of something" ", and Brenda asked him questions to find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John... | buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really t... | to say that to me, you know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine." "Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose." "But don't you like the house?" "Me? I _detest_ it... at least I don't mean that really, but I do wish sometimes that it wasn't _all_, every bit of it, so appallingly ugly. Only I'd die rather than say... | you're being heroic with Beaver." "Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." "So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually en... | of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine." "Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose." "But don't you like the house?" "Me? I _detest_ it... at least I don't mean that really, but I do wish sometimes that it wasn't _all_, every bit of it, so appalli... | A Handful Of Dust |
Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere. | No speaker | may be up this week."<|quote|>Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere.</|quote|>"Well, that's the last of | you come to London." "I may be up this week."<|quote|>Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere.</|quote|>"Well, that's the last of _him_. ... | had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week."<|quote|>Next morning Beaver tipped both butle... | to-morrow." "Oh." After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were on the sofa playing games together. They did a cross-word. Beaver said, "I've thought of something" ", and Brenda asked him questions to find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. ... | feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right.... | know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine." "Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose." "But don't you like the house?" "Me? I _detest_ it... at least I don't mean that really, but I do wish sometimes that it wasn't _all_, every bit of it, so appallingly ugly. Only I'd die rather than say that to Tony. We could... | I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." "So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." "Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a difference between us, that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing o... | asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine." "Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose." "But don't you like the house?" "Me? I _detest_ it... at least I don't mean that really, but I ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, that's the last of _him_. You were superb, darling. I'm sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him." | Tony Last | he went back to Guinevere.<|quote|>"Well, that's the last of _him_. You were superb, darling. I'm sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him."</|quote|>"Oh, he wasn't too awful." | see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere.<|quote|>"Well, that's the last of _him_. You were superb, darling. I'm sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him."</|quote|>"Oh, he wasn't too awful." "No. I must say he | me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere.<|quote|>"Well, that's the last of _hi... | find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I... | to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow." "If you're sure you don't..." "Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's beastly going up at this time, particularly by that train." When John came in he said, "I tho... | do wish sometimes that it wasn't _all_, every bit of it, so appallingly ugly. Only I'd die rather than say that to Tony. We could never live anywhere else, of course. He's crazy about the place... It's funny. None of us minded very much when my brother Reggie sold _our_ house--and that was built by Vanbrugh, you know..... | that when someone's awful you just run away and hide, while I actually enjoy it--making up to them and showing off to myself how well I can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so bad. He's quite like us in some ways." "He's not like me," said Tony. After luncheon Tony said, "Well, if it would really amuse you, we might go ove... | that it wasn't _all_, every bit of it, so appallingly ugly. Only I'd die rather than say that to Tony. We could never live anywhere else, of course. He's crazy about the place... It's funny. None of us minded very much when my brother Reggie sold _our_ house--and that was built by Vanbrugh, you know... I suppose we're ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, he wasn't too awful." | Brenda | that you're mad about him."<|quote|>"Oh, he wasn't too awful."</|quote|>"No. I must say he | sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him."<|quote|>"Oh, he wasn't too awful."</|quote|>"No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest | ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere. "Well, that's the last of _him_. You were superb, darling. I'm sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him."<|quote|>"Oh, he wasn't too ... | guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still ... | I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morrow." "If you're sure you don't..." "Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's beastly going up at this time, particularly by that train." When John came in he said, "I thought Mr Beaver was going." "Not till to-morrow." "Oh." After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were ... | to Tony. We could never live anywhere else, of course. He's crazy about the place... It's funny. None of us minded very much when my brother Reggie sold _our_ house--and that was built by Vanbrugh, you know... I suppose we're lucky to be able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live he... | to myself how well I can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so bad. He's quite like us in some ways." "He's not like me," said Tony. After luncheon Tony said, "Well, if it would really amuse you, we might go over the house. I know it isn't fashionable to like this sort of architecture now--my Aunt Frances says it is an authe... | is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the n... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house." | Tony Last | "Oh, he wasn't too awful."<|quote|>"No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house."</|quote|>* * * * * | that you're mad about him." "Oh, he wasn't too awful."<|quote|>"No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house."</|quote|>* * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her | feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere. "Well, that's the last of _him_. You were superb, darling. I'm sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him." "Oh, he wasn't too awful."<|quote|>"No. I must say he took ... | they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spi... | on till to-morrow." "If you're sure you don't..." "Splendid. I _am_ glad. It's beastly going up at this time, particularly by that train." When John came in he said, "I thought Mr Beaver was going." "Not till to-morrow." "Oh." After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were on the sofa playing games t... | live anywhere else, of course. He's crazy about the place... It's funny. None of us minded very much when my brother Reggie sold _our_ house--and that was built by Vanbrugh, you know... I suppose we're lucky to be able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite r... | can do it. Besides, Beaver isn't so bad. He's quite like us in some ways." "He's not like me," said Tony. After luncheon Tony said, "Well, if it would really amuse you, we might go over the house. I know it isn't fashionable to like this sort of architecture now--my Aunt Frances says it is an authentic Pecksniff--but I... | the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house... | A Handful Of Dust |
* * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. | No speaker | we went round the house."<|quote|>* * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home.</|quote|>"Who was there?" "No one." | a very intelligent interest when we went round the house."<|quote|>* * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home.</|quote|>"Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." | guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere. "Well, that's the last of _him_. You were superb, darling. I'm sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him." "Oh, he wasn't too awful." "No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house."<|quote|>* * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating h... | because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Gu... | at this time, particularly by that train." When John came in he said, "I thought Mr Beaver was going." "Not till to-morrow." "Oh." After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were on the sofa playing games together. They did a cross-word. Beaver said, "I've thought of something" ", and Brenda asked him... | very much when my brother Reggie sold _our_ house--and that was built by Vanbrugh, you know... I suppose we're lucky to be able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners ... | not like me," said Tony. After luncheon Tony said, "Well, if it would really amuse you, we might go over the house. I know it isn't fashionable to like this sort of architecture now--my Aunt Frances says it is an authentic Pecksniff--but I think it's good of its kind." It took them two hours. Beaver was well practised ... | It's funny. None of us minded very much when my brother Reggie sold _our_ house--and that was built by Vanbrugh, you know... I suppose we're lucky to be able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servan... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Who was there?" | Mrs. Beaver | yoghourt when Beaver reached home.<|quote|>"Who was there?"</|quote|>"No one." "No one? My | Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home.<|quote|>"Who was there?"</|quote|>"No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting | were superb, darling. I'm sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him." "Oh, he wasn't too awful." "No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house." * * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home.<|quote|>"Who was there?"</|quote|>"No one." "No one? My ... | "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere. "Well, that's the last of _him_. You were superb, darling. I'm sure he'... | Mr Beaver was going." "Not till to-morrow." "Oh." After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were on the sofa playing games together. They did a cross-word. Beaver said, "I've thought of something" ", and Brenda asked him questions to find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John... | know... I suppose we're lucky to be able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men c... | you, we might go over the house. I know it isn't fashionable to like this sort of architecture now--my Aunt Frances says it is an authentic Pecksniff--but I think it's good of its kind." It took them two hours. Beaver was well practised in the art of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever s... | to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine." "Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose." "But ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No one." | John Beaver | reached home. "Who was there?"<|quote|>"No one."</|quote|>"No one? My poor boy." | eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?"<|quote|>"No one."</|quote|>"No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting me. It | I'm sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him." "Oh, he wasn't too awful." "No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house." * * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?"<|quote|>"No one."</|quote|>"No one? My poor boy." "They weren... | up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere. "Well, that's the last of _him_. You were superb, darling. I'm sure he's gone bac... | going." "Not till to-morrow." "Oh." After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were on the sofa playing games together. They did a cross-word. Beaver said, "I've thought of something" ", and Brenda asked him questions to find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him ... | we're lucky to be able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping ... | go over the house. I know it isn't fashionable to like this sort of architecture now--my Aunt Frances says it is an authentic Pecksniff--but I think it's good of its kind." It took them two hours. Beaver was well practised in the art of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had be... | that really, but I do wish sometimes that it wasn't _all_, every bit of it, so appallingly ugly. Only I'd die rather than say that to Tony. We could never live anywhere else, of course. He's crazy about the place... It's funny. None of us minded very much when my brother Reggie sold _our_ house--and that was built by V... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No one? My poor boy." | Mrs. Beaver | "Who was there?" "No one."<|quote|>"No one? My poor boy."</|quote|>"They weren't expecting me. It | yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one."<|quote|>"No one? My poor boy."</|quote|>"They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but | he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him." "Oh, he wasn't too awful." "No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house." * * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one."<|quote|>"No one? My poor boy."</|quote|>"They weren't expect... | week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere. "Well, that's the last of _him_. You were superb, darling. I'm sure he's gone back thinki... | till to-morrow." "Oh." After dinner Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were on the sofa playing games together. They did a cross-word. Beaver said, "I've thought of something" ", and Brenda asked him questions to find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at ... | to be able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind t... | the house. I know it isn't fashionable to like this sort of architecture now--my Aunt Frances says it is an authentic Pecksniff--but I think it's good of its kind." It took them two hours. Beaver was well practised in the art of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to a... | Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine." "Yes, the _things_ are all right, ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." | John Beaver | "No one? My poor boy."<|quote|>"They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke."</|quote|>"I wish I saw her | "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy."<|quote|>"They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke."</|quote|>"I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking | you're mad about him." "Oh, he wasn't too awful." "No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house." * * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy."<|quote|>"They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got ... | both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere. "Well, that's the last of _him_. You were superb, darling. I'm sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him." "Oh... | Tony sat and read the papers. Brenda and Beaver were on the sofa playing games together. They did a cross-word. Beaver said, "I've thought of something" ", and Brenda asked him questions to find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. T... | to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook th... | isn't fashionable to like this sort of architecture now--my Aunt Frances says it is an authentic Pecksniff--but I think it's good of its kind." It took them two hours. Beaver was well practised in the art of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, ... | back to the smoking-room and Tony left Beaver to Brenda. She was stitching away at the petit-point, hunched in an armchair. "Well," she asked, without looking up from her needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine." "Yes,... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I wish I saw her sometimes." | Mrs. Beaver | very charming. He scarcely spoke."<|quote|>"I wish I saw her sometimes."</|quote|>"She talked of taking a | just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke."<|quote|>"I wish I saw her sometimes."</|quote|>"She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" | house." * * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke."<|quote|>"I wish I saw her sometimes."</|quote|>"She talk... | his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere. "Well, that's the last of _him_. You were superb, darling. I'm sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him." "Oh, he wasn't too awful." "No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house." * * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her y... | of something" ", and Brenda asked him questions to find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the... | wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car... | It took them two hours. Beaver was well practised in the art of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative comments and greatly enhanced t... | like the house?" "Me? I _detest_ it... at least I don't mean that really, but I do wish sometimes that it wasn't _all_, every bit of it, so appallingly ugly. Only I'd die rather than say that to Tony. We could never live anywhere else, of course. He's crazy about the place... It's funny. None of us minded very much whe... | A Handful Of Dust |
"She talked of taking a flat in London." | John Beaver | wish I saw her sometimes."<|quote|>"She talked of taking a flat in London."</|quote|>"_Did_ she?" The conversion of | charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes."<|quote|>"She talked of taking a flat in London."</|quote|>"_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an | Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes."<|quote|>"She talked of taking a flat in Lond... | back to Guinevere. "Well, that's the last of _him_. You were superb, darling. I'm sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him." "Oh, he wasn't too awful." "No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house." * * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. ... | him questions to find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you co... | we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the nigh... | was well practised in the art of being shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative comments and greatly enhanced the pleasure Tony always took in... | up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"_Did_ she?" | Mrs. Beaver | taking a flat in London."<|quote|>"_Did_ she?"</|quote|>The conversion of stables and | her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London."<|quote|>"_Did_ she?"</|quote|>The conversion of stables and garages was an important part | reached home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London."<|quote|>"_Did_ she?"</|quote|>The conversion of st... | _him_. You were superb, darling. I'm sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him." "Oh, he wasn't too awful." "No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house." * * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor b... | was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week.... | carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly a... | shown over houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative comments and greatly enhanced the pleasure Tony always took in exposing his treasures. They saw it al... | and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." ... | A Handful Of Dust |
The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. | No speaker | flat in London." "_Did_ she?"<|quote|>The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business.</|quote|>"What does she want?" "Something | "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?"<|quote|>The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business.</|quote|>"What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and | "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?"<|quote|>The conversion of stables and garages was a... | were superb, darling. I'm sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him." "Oh, he wasn't too awful." "No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house." * * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They ... | of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next mornin... | a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it w... | houses; he had been brought up to it in fact, ever since he had begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative comments and greatly enhanced the pleasure Tony always took in exposing his treasures. They saw it all: the shut... | up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"What does she want?" | Mrs. Beaver | part of Mrs Beaver's business.<|quote|>"What does she want?"</|quote|>"Something quite simple. Two rooms | and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business.<|quote|>"What does she want?"</|quote|>"Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's | It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business.<|quote|>"What does she want?"</|quote|>"Som... | "Oh, he wasn't too awful." "No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house." * * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you s... | guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still ... | popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's b... | begun to accompany his mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative comments and greatly enhanced the pleasure Tony always took in exposing his treasures. They saw it all: the shuttered drawing-room, like a school speech hall, the cloistral pas... | badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right. I've pe... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She hasn't said anything to Tony yet." | John Beaver | business. "What does she want?"<|quote|>"Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She hasn't said anything to Tony yet."</|quote|>"I am sure I shall | important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?"<|quote|>"Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She hasn't said anything to Tony yet."</|quote|>"I am sure I shall be able to find her | first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?"<|quote|>"Something quite simple. Two ... | awful." "No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house." * * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very cha... | Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty i... | the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here... | mother, whose hobby it had always been, and later, with changing circumstances, profession. He made apt and appreciative comments and greatly enhanced the pleasure Tony always took in exposing his treasures. They saw it all: the shuttered drawing-room, like a school speech hall, the cloistral passages, the dark inner c... | and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so bad... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I am sure I shall be able to find her something." | Mrs. Beaver | said anything to Tony yet."<|quote|>"I am sure I shall be able to find her something."</|quote|>[II] If Brenda had to | all quite vague. She hasn't said anything to Tony yet."<|quote|>"I am sure I shall be able to find her something."</|quote|>[II] If Brenda had to go to London for a | her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She hasn't said anything to Tony yet."<|quote|>"I am sure I shall be ... | * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London."... | catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere. "Well, tha... | cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if ... | greatly enhanced the pleasure Tony always took in exposing his treasures. They saw it all: the shuttered drawing-room, like a school speech hall, the cloistral passages, the dark inner courtyard, the chapel where, until Tony's succession, family prayers had been daily read to the assembled household, the plate-room and... | needlework, "what did you think of it?" "Magnificent." "You don't have to say that to me, you know." "Well, a lot of the things are very fine." "Yes, the _things_ are all right, I suppose." "But don't you like the house?" "Me? I _detest_ it... at least I don't mean that really, but I do wish sometimes that it wasn't _a... | A Handful Of Dust |
[II] If Brenda had to go to London for a day's shopping, hair-cutting, or bone-setting (a recreation she particularly enjoyed), she went on Wednesday, because the tickets on that day were half the usual price. She left at eight in the morning and got home soon after ten at night. She travelled third-class and the carri... | No speaker | able to find her something."<|quote|>[II] If Brenda had to go to London for a day's shopping, hair-cutting, or bone-setting (a recreation she particularly enjoyed), she went on Wednesday, because the tickets on that day were half the usual price. She left at eight in the morning and got home soon after ten at night. Sh... | am sure I shall be able to find her something."<|quote|>[II] If Brenda had to go to London for a day's shopping, hair-cutting, or bone-setting (a recreation she particularly enjoyed), she went on Wednesday, because the tickets on that day were half the usual price. She left at eight in the morning and got home soon aft... | she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She hasn't said anything to Tony yet." "I am sure I shall be able to find her something."<|quote|>[II] If Brenda had to go to London ... | home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an ... | London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere. "Well, that's the last of _him_. You were superb, darling. I'm... | or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought reall... | They saw it all: the shuttered drawing-room, like a school speech hall, the cloistral passages, the dark inner courtyard, the chapel where, until Tony's succession, family prayers had been daily read to the assembled household, the plate-room and estate office, the bedrooms and attics, the water-tank concealed among th... | accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differe... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" | Marjorie | and a sheaf of bills.<|quote|>"Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?"</|quote|>"I don't know. Some shop." | writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills.<|quote|>"Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?"</|quote|>"I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" | pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills.<|quote|>"Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You l... | she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, as she often was on her return to Hetton after these days in London, she went completely to pieces quite suddenly and became... | sympathies. She was more solid than Brenda. The newspapers used always to refer to them as "the lovely Rex sisters". Marjorie and Allan were hard up and popular; they could not afford a baby; they lived in a little house in the neighbourhood of Portman Square, very convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekinges... | when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables... | built by Vanbrugh, you know... I suppose we're lucky to be able to afford to keep it up at all. Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the fa... | They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off.... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I don't know. Some shop." | Brenda | _did_ you get that suit?"<|quote|>"I don't know. Some shop."</|quote|>"What's the news at Hetton?" | like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?"<|quote|>"I don't know. Some shop."</|quote|>"What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly | milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?"<|quote|>"I don't know. Some shop."</|quote|>"W... | aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, as she often was on her return to Hetton after these days in London, she went completely to pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. M... | Marjorie and Allan were hard up and popular; they could not afford a baby; they lived in a little house in the neighbourhood of Portman Square, very convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She em... | awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two... | Do you know how much it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean t... | the carriages were often full, because other wives on the line took advantage of the cheap fare. She usually spent the day with her younger sister, Marjorie, who was married to the prospective Conservative candidate for a South London constituency of strong Labour sympathies. She was more solid than Brenda. The newspap... | A Handful Of Dust |
"What's the news at Hetton?" | Marjorie | "I don't know. Some shop."<|quote|>"What's the news at Hetton?"</|quote|>"All the same. Tony madly | _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop."<|quote|>"What's the news at Hetton?"</|quote|>"All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like | took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop."<|quote|>"What's the news at Hetton?"</|quote|>"All... | look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, as she often was on her return to Hetton after these days in London, she went completely to pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and ... | up and popular; they could not afford a baby; they lived in a little house in the neighbourhood of Portman Square, very convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after t... | better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But ... | it costs just to live here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony a... | each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see hi... | A Handful Of Dust |
"All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." | Brenda | "What's the news at Hetton?"<|quote|>"All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy."</|quote|>"And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm | "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?"<|quote|>"All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy."</|quote|>"And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to | Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?"<|quote|>"All the same. Tony madly feudal.... | really exhausted, as she often was on her return to Hetton after these days in London, she went completely to pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table ... | not afford a baby; they lived in a little house in the neighbourhood of Portman Square, very convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a... | you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She ... | here? We should be quite rich if it wasn't for that. As it is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss abou... | "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere. "Well, that's the last of _hi... | A Handful Of Dust |
"And you?" | Marjorie | cursing like a stable boy."<|quote|>"And you?"</|quote|>"Me? Oh, I'm all right." | Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy."<|quote|>"And you?"</|quote|>"Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No | her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy."<|quote|>"And you?"</|quote|>"Me? Oh, I'm a... | days in London, she went completely to pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _doe... | of Portman Square, very convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she... | sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She hasn't said anything to Tony yet." "I am sure I shall be able to find... | is we support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the n... | it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Me? Oh, I'm all right." | Brenda | a stable boy." "And you?"<|quote|>"Me? Oh, I'm all right."</|quote|>"Who's been to stay?" "No | feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?"<|quote|>"Me? Oh, I'm all right."</|quote|>"Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend | and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?"<|quote|>"Me? Oh, I'm all right."</|quote|>"Who'... | London, she went completely to pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the c... | Square, very convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that m... | talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She hasn't said anything to Tony yet." "I am sure I shall be able to find her something." ... | support fifteen servants indoors, besides gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night o... | She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She hasn't sai... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Who's been to stay?" | Marjorie | "Me? Oh, I'm all right."<|quote|>"Who's been to stay?"</|quote|>"No one. We had a | a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right."<|quote|>"Who's been to stay?"</|quote|>"No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr | "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right."<|quote|>"Who's been to stay?"</|quote|>"No o... | pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like... | Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiro... | in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She hasn't said anything to Tony yet." "I am sure I shall be able to find her something." [II] If Brenda had to go... | gardeners and carpenters and a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't f... | day with her younger sister, Marjorie, who was married to the prospective Conservative candidate for a South London constituency of strong Labour sympathies. She was more solid than Brenda. The newspapers used always to refer to them as "the lovely Rex sisters". Marjorie and Allan were hard up and popular; they could n... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." | Brenda | right." "Who's been to stay?"<|quote|>"No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end."</|quote|>"John Beaver?... How very odd. | you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?"<|quote|>"No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end."</|quote|>"John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he | country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?"<|quote|>"No one. We had a friend of Tony's calle... | became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where ... | Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists... | The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She hasn't said anything to Tony yet." "I am sure I shall be able to find her something." [II] If Brenda had to go to London for a day's sh... | a night-watchman and all the people at the farm and odd little men constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it w... | want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She hasn't said anything to Tony yet." "I am sure I shall be able to find her something." [II] If Brenda had to go to London for a day's shopping, hair-cutting, or bone-setting (a recreation she particularly enjoyed), she went on Wednesday,... | A Handful Of Dust |
"John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." | Marjorie | called Mr Beaver last week-end."<|quote|>"John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket."</|quote|>"He wasn't... What's he like?" | had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end."<|quote|>"John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket."</|quote|>"He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I | get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end."<|quote|>"John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn... | of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What'... | ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look ... | business. "What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She hasn't said anything to Tony yet." "I am sure I shall be able to find her something." [II] If Brenda had to go to London for a day's shopping, hair-cutting, or bone-setting (a recreation she particularly enjoyed... | constantly popping in to wind the clocks and cook the accounts and clean the moat, while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of cour... | convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"He wasn't... What's he like?" | Brenda | was at all Tony's ticket."<|quote|>"He wasn't... What's he like?"</|quote|>"I hardly know him. I | I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket."<|quote|>"He wasn't... What's he like?"</|quote|>"I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. | same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket."<|quote|>"He wasn't... What's he like?"</|qu... | her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing ... | hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, as she often was on her return to ... | all quite vague. She hasn't said anything to Tony yet." "I am sure I shall be able to find her something." [II] If Brenda had to go to London for a day's shopping, hair-cutting, or bone-setting (a recreation she particularly enjoyed), she went on Wednesday, because the tickets on that day were half the usual price. She... | while Tony and I have to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for... | got home soon after ten at night. She travelled third-class and the carriages were often full, because other wives on the line took advantage of the cheap fare. She usually spent the day with her younger sister, Marjorie, who was married to the prospective Conservative candidate for a South London constituency of stron... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." | Marjorie | "He wasn't... What's he like?"<|quote|>"I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere."</|quote|>"I thought he was rather | was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?"<|quote|>"I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere."</|quote|>"I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all | Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?"<|quote|>"I hardly know him. I see him at M... | sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy."... | a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, as she often was on her return to Hetton after these days... | said anything to Tony yet." "I am sure I shall be able to find her something." [II] If Brenda had to go to London for a day's shopping, hair-cutting, or bone-setting (a recreation she particularly enjoyed), she went on Wednesday, because the tickets on that day were half the usual price. She left at eight in the mornin... | to fuss about whether it's cheaper to take a car up to London for the night or buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to... | price. She left at eight in the morning and got home soon after ten at night. She travelled third-class and the carriages were often full, because other wives on the line took advantage of the cheap fare. She usually spent the day with her younger sister, Marjorie, who was married to the prospective Conservative candid... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I thought he was rather pathetic." | Brenda | great one for going everywhere."<|quote|>"I thought he was rather pathetic."</|quote|>"Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. | at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere."<|quote|>"I thought he was rather pathetic."</|quote|>"Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?" "Heavens, no." | "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere."<|quote|>"I thought he was rather pathetic.... | country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Bea... | left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, as she often was on her return to Hetton after these days in London, she went completely to pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she wo... | If Brenda had to go to London for a day's shopping, hair-cutting, or bone-setting (a recreation she particularly enjoyed), she went on Wednesday, because the tickets on that day were half the usual price. She left at eight in the morning and got home soon after ten at night. She travelled third-class and the carriages ... | buy an excursion ticket... I shouldn't feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really t... | her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was r... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?" | Marjorie | thought he was rather pathetic."<|quote|>"Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?"</|quote|>"Heavens, no." They took Djinn | one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic."<|quote|>"Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?"</|quote|>"Heavens, no." They took Djinn for a walk in the | of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic."<|quote|>"Oh, he's _pathetic_ al... | like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Be... | manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, as she often was on her return to Hetton after these days in London, she went completely to pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread ... | London for a day's shopping, hair-cutting, or bone-setting (a recreation she particularly enjoyed), she went on Wednesday, because the tickets on that day were half the usual price. She left at eight in the morning and got home soon after ten at night. She travelled third-class and the carriages were often full, becaus... | feel so badly about it if it were a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right.... | he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house." * * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Heavens, no." | Brenda | all right. D'you fancy him?"<|quote|>"Heavens, no."</|quote|>They took Djinn for a | rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?"<|quote|>"Heavens, no."</|quote|>They took Djinn for a walk in the park. He | Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?"<|quote|>"Heavens, no."</|quote... | that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thou... | was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, as she often was on her return to Hetton after these days in London, she went completely to pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to... | (a recreation she particularly enjoyed), she went on Wednesday, because the tickets on that day were half the usual price. She left at eight in the morning and got home soon after ten at night. She travelled third-class and the carriages were often full, because other wives on the line took advantage of the cheap fare.... | a really lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on til... | a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, as she often was on her return to Hetton after these days in London, she went completely to pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she would s... | A Handful Of Dust |
They took Djinn for a walk in the park. He was a very unrepaying dog who never looked about him and had to be dragged along by his harness; they took him to Watts's _Physical Energy_; when loosed he stood perfectly still, gazing moodily at the asphalt until they turned towards home; only once did he show any sign of em... | No speaker | D'you fancy him?" "Heavens, no."<|quote|>They took Djinn for a walk in the park. He was a very unrepaying dog who never looked about him and had to be dragged along by his harness; they took him to Watts's _Physical Energy_; when loosed he stood perfectly still, gazing moodily at the asphalt until they turned towards h... | "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?" "Heavens, no."<|quote|>They took Djinn for a walk in the park. He was a very unrepaying dog who never looked about him and had to be dragged along by his harness; they took him to Watts's _Physical Energy_; when loosed he stood perfectly still, gazing moodily at the asp... | very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?" "Heavens, no."<|quote|>They took Djinn for a ... | "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was a... | aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, as she often was on her return to Hetton after these days in London, she went completely to pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. M... | she particularly enjoyed), she went on Wednesday, because the tickets on that day were half the usual price. She left at eight in the morning and got home soon after ten at night. She travelled third-class and the carriages were often full, because other wives on the line took advantage of the cheap fare. She usually s... | lovely house--like my home for instance... but of course Tony's been brought up here and sees it all differently..." Tony joined them for tea. "I don't want to seem inhospitable, but if you're going to catch that train, you ought really to be getting ready." "That's all right. I've persuaded him to stay on till to-morr... | boy." "They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What doe... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," | Marjorie | bald flesh round his eyes.<|quote|>"I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling,"</|quote|>said Marjorie. They talked about | lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes.<|quote|>"I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling,"</|quote|>said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and | at a small child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes.<|quote|>"I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling,"</|quote|... | dog who never looked about him and had to be dragged along by his harness; they took him to Watts's _Physical Energy_; when loosed he stood perfectly still, gazing moodily at the asphalt until they turned towards home; only once did he show any sign of emotion, when he snapped at a small child who attempted to stroke h... | madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I s... | they lived in a little house in the neighbourhood of Portman Square, very convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded f... | Beaver said, "I've thought of something" ", and Brenda asked him questions to find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night beca... | news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... Wha... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. | No speaker | a spark of human feeling,"<|quote|>said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment.</|quote|>"He's never done that to | "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling,"<|quote|>said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment.</|quote|>"He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently, | he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling,"<|quote|>said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-se... | dragged along by his harness; they took him to Watts's _Physical Energy_; when loosed he stood perfectly still, gazing moodily at the asphalt until they turned towards home; only once did he show any sign of emotion, when he snapped at a small child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yar... | you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going ev... | Portman Square, very convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she ha... | him questions to find what it was. He was thinking of the rum Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you co... | talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She hasn't said anything to Tony yet." "I am sure I shall be able to find her something." ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"He's never done that to me," | Brenda | bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment.<|quote|>"He's never done that to me,"</|quote|>said Brenda enviously; presently, "What | talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment.<|quote|>"He's never done that to me,"</|quote|>said Brenda enviously; presently, "What do you suppose is Mr | chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment.<|quote|>"He's never done that to... | loosed he stood perfectly still, gazing moodily at the asphalt until they turned towards home; only once did he show any sign of emotion, when he snapped at a small child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was qu... | had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _patheti... | Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in a... | Peppermint drank. John had told him the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver ti... | on Wednesday, because the tickets on that day were half the usual price. She left at eight in the morning and got home soon after ten at night. She travelled third-class and the carriages were often full, because other wives on the line took advantage of the cheap fare. She usually spent the day with her younger sister... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Brenda enviously; presently, | No speaker | never done that to me,"<|quote|>said Brenda enviously; presently,</|quote|>"What do you suppose is | and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me,"<|quote|>said Brenda enviously; presently,</|quote|>"What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" "I shouldn't | of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me,"<|quote|>said Brenda enviously; ... | moodily at the asphalt until they turned towards home; only once did he show any sign of emotion, when he snapped at a small child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips ... | Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?... | leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude s... | the story at tea. Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shi... | milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at... | A Handful Of Dust |
"What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" | Brenda | me," said Brenda enviously; presently,<|quote|>"What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?"</|quote|>"I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, | "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently,<|quote|>"What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?"</|quote|>"I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy | was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently,<|quote|>"What do... | until they turned towards home; only once did he show any sign of emotion, when he snapped at a small child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bal... | "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?" "Heavens, no." They took... | ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look ... | Brenda guessed it quite soon. Then they played "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony,... | a day's shopping, hair-cutting, or bone-setting (a recreation she particularly enjoyed), she went on Wednesday, because the tickets on that day were half the usual price. She left at eight in the morning and got home soon after ten at night. She travelled third-class and the carriages were often full, because other wiv... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy him?" | Marjorie | suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?"<|quote|>"I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy him?"</|quote|>"Oh well," said Brenda, "I | enviously; presently, "What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?"<|quote|>"I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy him?"</|quote|>"Oh well," said Brenda, "I don't see such a lot | and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently, "What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?"<|quote|>"I shou... | he show any sign of emotion, when he snapped at a small child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he ha... | thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?" "Heavens, no." They took Djinn for a walk in the park. He was a very unr... | She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhaust... | "Analogies" about their friends and finally about each other. They said good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda... | suddenly and became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand p... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh well," | Brenda | imagine... You _do_ fancy him?"<|quote|>"Oh well,"</|quote|>said Brenda, "I don't see | shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy him?"<|quote|>"Oh well,"</|quote|>said Brenda, "I don't see such a lot of young | believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently, "What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" "I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy him?"<|quote... | small child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They t... | like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?" "Heavens, no." They took Djinn for a walk in the park. He was a very unrepaying dog who never looked about him and had to be dragged a... | in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, as she often was on her return to Hetton after these d... | good-bye that night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterward... | pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Brenda, | No speaker | _do_ fancy him?" "Oh well,"<|quote|>said Brenda,</|quote|>"I don't see such a | Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy him?" "Oh well,"<|quote|>said Brenda,</|quote|>"I don't see such a lot of young men..." They | has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently, "What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" "I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy him?" "Oh well,"<|quote... | who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about ... | hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?" "Heavens, no." They took Djinn for a walk in the park. He was a very unrepaying dog who never looked about him and had to be dragged along by hi... | carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, as she often was on her return to Hetton after these days i... | night because Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back... | very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?" "Heavens, no." They took Djinn for a walk in ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I don't see such a lot of young men..." | Brenda | him?" "Oh well," said Brenda,<|quote|>"I don't see such a lot of young men..."</|quote|>They left the dog at | I imagine... You _do_ fancy him?" "Oh well," said Brenda,<|quote|>"I don't see such a lot of young men..."</|quote|>They left the dog at home and did some shopping--towels | spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently, "What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" "I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy him?" "Oh well," said Brenda,... | to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, ... | him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?" "Heavens, no." They took Djinn for a walk in the park. He was a very unrepaying dog who never looked about him and had to be dragged along by his harness; t... | five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, as she often was on her return to Hetton after these days in London, she wen... | Beaver was catching the 9.10. "Do let me know when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere.... | emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, ... | A Handful Of Dust |
They left the dog at home and did some shopping--towels for the nursery, pickled peaches, a clock for one of the lodgekeepers who was celebrating his sixtieth year of service at Hetton, a pot of Morecambe Bay shrimps as a surprise for Tony; they made an appointment with Mr Cruttwell for that afternoon. They talked abou... | No speaker | a lot of young men..."<|quote|>They left the dog at home and did some shopping--towels for the nursery, pickled peaches, a clock for one of the lodgekeepers who was celebrating his sixtieth year of service at Hetton, a pot of Morecambe Bay shrimps as a surprise for Tony; they made an appointment with Mr Cruttwell for t... | Brenda, "I don't see such a lot of young men..."<|quote|>They left the dog at home and did some shopping--towels for the nursery, pickled peaches, a clock for one of the lodgekeepers who was celebrating his sixtieth year of service at Hetton, a pot of Morecambe Bay shrimps as a surprise for Tony; they made an appointme... | Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently, "What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" "I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy him?" "Oh well," said Brenda, "I don't see such a lot of young men..."<|quote|>They lef... | found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new tre... | great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?" "Heavens, no." They took Djinn for a walk in the park. He was a very unrepaying dog who never looked about him and had to be dragged along by his harness; they took him to Watts's _Physical Energy_; wh... | if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhausted, as she often was on her return to Hetton after these days in London, she went completely to pieces quite suddenly and bec... | when you come to London." "I may be up this week." Next morning Beaver tipped both butler and footman ten shillings each. Tony, still feeling rather guilty in spite of Brenda's heroic coping, came down to breakfast to see his guest off. Afterwards he went back to Guinevere. "Well, that's the last of _him_. You were sup... | had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite.... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Do come up for it. It's certain to be amusing." | Marjorie | talked about Polly Cockpurse's party.<|quote|>"Do come up for it. It's certain to be amusing."</|quote|>"I might... if I can | Cruttwell for that afternoon. They talked about Polly Cockpurse's party.<|quote|>"Do come up for it. It's certain to be amusing."</|quote|>"I might... if I can find someone to take me. | shopping--towels for the nursery, pickled peaches, a clock for one of the lodgekeepers who was celebrating his sixtieth year of service at Hetton, a pot of Morecambe Bay shrimps as a surprise for Tony; they made an appointment with Mr Cruttwell for that afternoon. They talked about Polly Cockpurse's party.<|quote|>"Do ... | never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently, "What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" "I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy him?" "Oh well," said Brenda, "I don't see such a lot of young men..." They left the dog at home and did some shopping--towels for the nursery, pickled peac... | he stood perfectly still, gazing moodily at the asphalt until they turned towards home; only once did he show any sign of emotion, when he snapped at a small child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite col... | she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that s... | sure he's gone back thinking that you're mad about him." "Oh, he wasn't too awful." "No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house." * * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting me. It w... | "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He w... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I might... if I can find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." | Brenda | It's certain to be amusing."<|quote|>"I might... if I can find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age."</|quote|>They went out to luncheon, | "Do come up for it. It's certain to be amusing."<|quote|>"I might... if I can find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age."</|quote|>They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in | of the lodgekeepers who was celebrating his sixtieth year of service at Hetton, a pot of Morecambe Bay shrimps as a surprise for Tony; they made an appointment with Mr Cruttwell for that afternoon. They talked about Polly Cockpurse's party. "Do come up for it. It's certain to be amusing."<|quote|>"I might... if I can f... | do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" "I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy him?" "Oh well," said Brenda, "I don't see such a lot of young men..." They left the dog at home and did some shopping--towels for the nursery, pickled peaches, a clock for one of the lodgekeepers who was celebrating his... | they turned towards home; only once did he show any sign of emotion, when he snapped at a small child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald fles... | bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's t... | "Oh, he wasn't too awful." "No. I must say he took a very intelligent interest when we went round the house." * * * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you s... | were hard up and popular; they could not afford a baby; they lived in a little house in the neighbourhood of Portman Square, very convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the trai... | A Handful Of Dust |
They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. | No speaker | parties alone at my age."<|quote|>They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened.</|quote|>"You're in luck," said Marjorie, | her... I can't go to parties alone at my age."<|quote|>They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened.</|quote|>"You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they got | Tony; they made an appointment with Mr Cruttwell for that afternoon. They talked about Polly Cockpurse's party. "Do come up for it. It's certain to be amusing." "I might... if I can find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age."<|quote|>They went out to luncheon, to a new rest... | don't see such a lot of young men..." They left the dog at home and did some shopping--towels for the nursery, pickled peaches, a clock for one of the lodgekeepers who was celebrating his sixtieth year of service at Hetton, a pot of Morecambe Bay shrimps as a surprise for Tony; they made an appointment with Mr Cruttwel... | stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, the... | puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all ... | * * * Mrs Beaver was eating her yoghourt when Beaver reached home. "Who was there?" "No one." "No one? My poor boy." "They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London... | child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You're in luck," | Marjorie | named Daisy had recently opened.<|quote|>"You're in luck,"</|quote|>said Marjorie, as soon as | which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened.<|quote|>"You're in luck,"</|quote|>said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door, | It's certain to be amusing." "I might... if I can find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened.<|quote|>"You're in luck,"</|quote|>said Marjorie, as so... | peaches, a clock for one of the lodgekeepers who was celebrating his sixtieth year of service at Hetton, a pot of Morecambe Bay shrimps as a surprise for Tony; they made an appointment with Mr Cruttwell for that afternoon. They talked about Polly Cockpurse's party. "Do come up for it. It's certain to be amusing." "I mi... | of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presentl... | pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How ver... | boy." "They weren't expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What doe... | London, she went completely to pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the c... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door, | No speaker | recently opened. "You're in luck,"<|quote|>said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door,</|quote|>"there's your Mr Beaver's mother." | of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck,"<|quote|>said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door,</|quote|>"there's your Mr Beaver's mother." She was entertaining a party | be amusing." "I might... if I can find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck,"<|quote|>said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the... | for one of the lodgekeepers who was celebrating his sixtieth year of service at Hetton, a pot of Morecambe Bay shrimps as a surprise for Tony; they made an appointment with Mr Cruttwell for that afternoon. They talked about Polly Cockpurse's party. "Do come up for it. It's certain to be amusing." "I might... if I can f... | He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently, "What do you ... | you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't h... | expecting me. It was awful at first but got better. They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?" "Someth... | suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought h... | A Handful Of Dust |
"there's your Mr Beaver's mother." | Marjorie | they got inside the door,<|quote|>"there's your Mr Beaver's mother."</|quote|>She was entertaining a party | said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door,<|quote|>"there's your Mr Beaver's mother."</|quote|>She was entertaining a party of eight at a large | take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door,<|quote|>"there's your Mr Beaver's mother."</|quote|... | year of service at Hetton, a pot of Morecambe Bay shrimps as a surprise for Tony; they made an appointment with Mr Cruttwell for that afternoon. They talked about Polly Cockpurse's party. "Do come up for it. It's certain to be amusing." "I might... if I can find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go t... | pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently, "What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" "I shouldn't know. ... | the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't...... | They were just as you said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all... | she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that s... | A Handful Of Dust |
She was entertaining a party of eight at a large round table in the centre of the room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecoration... | No speaker | "there's your Mr Beaver's mother."<|quote|>She was entertaining a party of eight at a large round table in the centre of the room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant... | they got inside the door, "there's your Mr Beaver's mother."<|quote|>She was entertaining a party of eight at a large round table in the centre of the room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the or... | her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door, "there's your Mr Beaver's mother."<|quote|>She was entertaining a party of eig... | a pot of Morecambe Bay shrimps as a surprise for Tony; they made an appointment with Mr Cruttwell for that afternoon. They talked about Polly Cockpurse's party. "Do come up for it. It's certain to be amusing." "I might... if I can find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age."... | round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently, "What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" "I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... Yo... | the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardl... | said. She's very charming. He scarcely spoke." "I wish I saw her sometimes." "She talked of taking a flat in London." "_Did_ she?" The conversion of stables and garages was an important part of Mrs Beaver's business. "What does she want?" "Something quite simple. Two rooms and a bath. But it's all quite vague. She hasn... | She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and fragile as if she had that moment left a circle of masseuses, chiropodists, manicurists and coiffeuses in an hotel suite. It was an aptitude she had, never to look half-finished; when she was really exhaust... | A Handful Of Dust |
"God, what a party," | Marjorie | too late, and Lady Cockpurse.<|quote|>"God, what a party,"</|quote|>said Marjorie, waving brightly to | he was in for until too late, and Lady Cockpurse.<|quote|>"God, what a party,"</|quote|>said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all. "You're both coming | or for each other--except that their names were in current use--an accessible but not wholly renegade duke, an unmarried girl of experience, a dancer and a novelist and a scene designer, a shamefaced junior minister who had not realized what he was in for until too late, and Lady Cockpurse.<|quote|>"God, what a party,"... | doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecorations. It was, transparently, a made-up party, the guests being chosen for no mutual bond--least of all affection for Mrs Beaver or for each other--except ... | it. It's certain to be amusing." "I might... if I can find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they go... | gazing moodily at the asphalt until they turned towards home; only once did he show any sign of emotion, when he snapped at a small child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose an... | because other wives on the line took advantage of the cheap fare. She usually spent the day with her younger sister, Marjorie, who was married to the prospective Conservative candidate for a South London constituency of strong Labour sympathies. She was more solid than Brenda. The newspapers used always to refer to the... | fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. So... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all. | No speaker | Cockpurse. "God, what a party,"<|quote|>said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all.</|quote|>"You're both coming to my | until too late, and Lady Cockpurse. "God, what a party,"<|quote|>said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all.</|quote|>"You're both coming to my party, darlings?" Polly Cockpurse's strident | that their names were in current use--an accessible but not wholly renegade duke, an unmarried girl of experience, a dancer and a novelist and a scene designer, a shamefaced junior minister who had not realized what he was in for until too late, and Lady Cockpurse. "God, what a party,"<|quote|>said Marjorie, waving bri... | of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecorations. It was, transparently, a made-up party, the guests being chosen for no mutual bond--least of all affection for Mrs Beaver or for each other--except that their names were i... | be amusing." "I might... if I can find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door, "... | asphalt until they turned towards home; only once did he show any sign of emotion, when he snapped at a small child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circle... | the line took advantage of the cheap fare. She usually spent the day with her younger sister, Marjorie, who was married to the prospective Conservative candidate for a South London constituency of strong Labour sympathies. She was more solid than Brenda. The newspapers used always to refer to them as "the lovely Rex si... | sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You're both coming to my party, darlings?" | Polly Cockpurse | waving brightly to them all.<|quote|>"You're both coming to my party, darlings?"</|quote|>Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang | what a party," said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all.<|quote|>"You're both coming to my party, darlings?"</|quote|>Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the restaurant. "Only don't | accessible but not wholly renegade duke, an unmarried girl of experience, a dancer and a novelist and a scene designer, a shamefaced junior minister who had not realized what he was in for until too late, and Lady Cockpurse. "God, what a party," said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all.<|quote|>"You're both coming to... | was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecorations. It was, transparently, a made-up party, the guests being chosen for no mutual bond--least of all affection for Mrs Beaver or for each other--except that their names were in current use--an accessible but no... | find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door, "there's your Mr Beaver's mother." ... | once did he show any sign of emotion, when he snapped at a small child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't beli... | fare. She usually spent the day with her younger sister, Marjorie, who was married to the prospective Conservative candidate for a South London constituency of strong Labour sympathies. She was more solid than Brenda. The newspapers used always to refer to them as "the lovely Rex sisters". Marjorie and Allan were hard ... | lot of young men..." They left the dog at home and did some shopping--towels for the nursery, pickled peaches, a clock for one of the lodgekeepers who was celebrating his sixtieth year of service at Hetton, a pot of Morecambe Bay shrimps as a surprise for Tony; they made an appointment with Mr Cruttwell for that aftern... | A Handful Of Dust |
Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the restaurant. | No speaker | coming to my party, darlings?"<|quote|>Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the restaurant.</|quote|>"Only don't tell anyone about | to them all. "You're both coming to my party, darlings?"<|quote|>Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the restaurant.</|quote|>"Only don't tell anyone about it. It's just a very | unmarried girl of experience, a dancer and a novelist and a scene designer, a shamefaced junior minister who had not realized what he was in for until too late, and Lady Cockpurse. "God, what a party," said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all. "You're both coming to my party, darlings?"<|quote|>Polly Cockpurse's stri... | the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecorations. It was, transparently, a made-up party, the guests being chosen for no mutual bond--least of all affection for Mrs Beaver or for each other--except that their names were in current use--an accessible but not wholly renegade duke, an unmarried... | like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door, "there's your Mr Beaver's mother." She was entertaining a party of eight ... | emotion, when he snapped at a small child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human f... | her younger sister, Marjorie, who was married to the prospective Conservative candidate for a South London constituency of strong Labour sympathies. She was more solid than Brenda. The newspapers used always to refer to them as "the lovely Rex sisters". Marjorie and Allan were hard up and popular; they could not afford... | like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door, "there's your Mr Beaver's mother." She was entertaining a party of eight ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Only don't tell anyone about it. It's just a very small, secret party. The house will only hold a few people--just old friends." | Polly Cockpurse | tones rang across the restaurant.<|quote|>"Only don't tell anyone about it. It's just a very small, secret party. The house will only hold a few people--just old friends."</|quote|>"It would be wonderful to | party, darlings?" Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the restaurant.<|quote|>"Only don't tell anyone about it. It's just a very small, secret party. The house will only hold a few people--just old friends."</|quote|>"It would be wonderful to see what Polly's _real_ old | novelist and a scene designer, a shamefaced junior minister who had not realized what he was in for until too late, and Lady Cockpurse. "God, what a party," said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all. "You're both coming to my party, darlings?" Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the restaurant.<|quote|>"Only ... | for its spring redecorations. It was, transparently, a made-up party, the guests being chosen for no mutual bond--least of all affection for Mrs Beaver or for each other--except that their names were in current use--an accessible but not wholly renegade duke, an unmarried girl of experience, a dancer and a novelist and... | at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door, "there's your Mr Beaver's mother." She was entertaining a party of eight at a large round table in the centre of ... | who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about ... | the prospective Conservative candidate for a South London constituency of strong Labour sympathies. She was more solid than Brenda. The newspapers used always to refer to them as "the lovely Rex sisters". Marjorie and Allan were hard up and popular; they could not afford a baby; they lived in a little house in the neig... | week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?" "Heavens, no.... | A Handful Of Dust |
"It would be wonderful to see what Polly's _real_ old friends were like," | Marjorie | a few people--just old friends."<|quote|>"It would be wonderful to see what Polly's _real_ old friends were like,"</|quote|>said Marjorie. "She hasn't known | The house will only hold a few people--just old friends."<|quote|>"It would be wonderful to see what Polly's _real_ old friends were like,"</|quote|>said Marjorie. "She hasn't known anyone more than five years." | Cockpurse. "God, what a party," said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all. "You're both coming to my party, darlings?" Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the restaurant. "Only don't tell anyone about it. It's just a very small, secret party. The house will only hold a few people--just old friends."<|quote|>"... | Beaver or for each other--except that their names were in current use--an accessible but not wholly renegade duke, an unmarried girl of experience, a dancer and a novelist and a scene designer, a shamefaced junior minister who had not realized what he was in for until too late, and Lady Cockpurse. "God, what a party," ... | recently opened. "You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door, "there's your Mr Beaver's mother." She was entertaining a party of eight at a large round table in the centre of the room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say th... | a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; ... | to refer to them as "the lovely Rex sisters". Marjorie and Allan were hard up and popular; they could not afford a baby; they lived in a little house in the neighbourhood of Portman Square, very convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ri... | him to Watts's _Physical Energy_; when loosed he stood perfectly still, gazing moodily at the asphalt until they turned towards home; only once did he show any sign of emotion, when he snapped at a small child who attempted to stroke him; later he got lost and was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and stari... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Marjorie. | No speaker | _real_ old friends were like,"<|quote|>said Marjorie.</|quote|>"She hasn't known anyone more | wonderful to see what Polly's _real_ old friends were like,"<|quote|>said Marjorie.</|quote|>"She hasn't known anyone more than five years." "I wish | both coming to my party, darlings?" Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the restaurant. "Only don't tell anyone about it. It's just a very small, secret party. The house will only hold a few people--just old friends." "It would be wonderful to see what Polly's _real_ old friends were like,"<|quote|>said Marjor... | but not wholly renegade duke, an unmarried girl of experience, a dancer and a novelist and a scene designer, a shamefaced junior minister who had not realized what he was in for until too late, and Lady Cockpurse. "God, what a party," said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all. "You're both coming to my party, darlings... | the door, "there's your Mr Beaver's mother." She was entertaining a party of eight at a large round table in the centre of the room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaura... | lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently, "What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" "I shouldn... | hard up and popular; they could not afford a baby; they lived in a little house in the neighbourhood of Portman Square, very convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, af... | everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?" "Heavens, no." They took Djinn for a walk in the park. He was a very unrepaying dog who never looked about him and had to be dragged along by his harness; they took him to Watts's _Physical Energy_; when loosed he stood p... | A Handful Of Dust |
"She hasn't known anyone more than five years." | Marjorie | friends were like," said Marjorie.<|quote|>"She hasn't known anyone more than five years."</|quote|>"I wish Tony could see | see what Polly's _real_ old friends were like," said Marjorie.<|quote|>"She hasn't known anyone more than five years."</|quote|>"I wish Tony could see her point." (Although Polly's fortune | to my party, darlings?" Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the restaurant. "Only don't tell anyone about it. It's just a very small, secret party. The house will only hold a few people--just old friends." "It would be wonderful to see what Polly's _real_ old friends were like," said Marjorie.<|quote|>"She has... | wholly renegade duke, an unmarried girl of experience, a dancer and a novelist and a scene designer, a shamefaced junior minister who had not realized what he was in for until too late, and Lady Cockpurse. "God, what a party," said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all. "You're both coming to my party, darlings?" Polly... | "there's your Mr Beaver's mother." She was entertaining a party of eight at a large round table in the centre of the room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still b... | pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently, "What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" "I shouldn't know. ... | and popular; they could not afford a baby; they lived in a little house in the neighbourhood of Portman Square, very convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two ... | Bay shrimps as a surprise for Tony; they made an appointment with Mr Cruttwell for that afternoon. They talked about Polly Cockpurse's party. "Do come up for it. It's certain to be amusing." "I might... if I can find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They went out to l... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I wish Tony could see her point." | Brenda | anyone more than five years."<|quote|>"I wish Tony could see her point."</|quote|>(Although Polly's fortune was derived | said Marjorie. "She hasn't known anyone more than five years."<|quote|>"I wish Tony could see her point."</|quote|>(Although Polly's fortune was derived from men, her popularity was | rang across the restaurant. "Only don't tell anyone about it. It's just a very small, secret party. The house will only hold a few people--just old friends." "It would be wonderful to see what Polly's _real_ old friends were like," said Marjorie. "She hasn't known anyone more than five years."<|quote|>"I wish Tony coul... | a dancer and a novelist and a scene designer, a shamefaced junior minister who had not realized what he was in for until too late, and Lady Cockpurse. "God, what a party," said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all. "You're both coming to my party, darlings?" Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the restaurant.... | a party of eight at a large round table in the centre of the room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecorations. It was, transparen... | "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently, "What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" "I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy him... | they lived in a little house in the neighbourhood of Portman Square, very convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded f... | a party of eight at a large round table in the centre of the room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecorations. It was, transparen... | A Handful Of Dust |
(Although Polly's fortune was derived from men, her popularity was chiefly among women, who admired her clothes and bought them from her second-hand at bargain prices; her first steps to eminence had been in circles so obscure that they had made her no enemies in the world to which she aspired; some time ago she had ma... | No speaker | Tony could see her point."<|quote|>(Although Polly's fortune was derived from men, her popularity was chiefly among women, who admired her clothes and bought them from her second-hand at bargain prices; her first steps to eminence had been in circles so obscure that they had made her no enemies in the world to which sh... | than five years." "I wish Tony could see her point."<|quote|>(Although Polly's fortune was derived from men, her popularity was chiefly among women, who admired her clothes and bought them from her second-hand at bargain prices; her first steps to eminence had been in circles so obscure that they had made her no enemie... | anyone about it. It's just a very small, secret party. The house will only hold a few people--just old friends." "It would be wonderful to see what Polly's _real_ old friends were like," said Marjorie. "She hasn't known anyone more than five years." "I wish Tony could see her point."<|quote|>(Although Polly's fortune w... | scene designer, a shamefaced junior minister who had not realized what he was in for until too late, and Lady Cockpurse. "God, what a party," said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all. "You're both coming to my party, darlings?" Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the restaurant. "Only don't tell anyone about... | round table in the centre of the room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecorations. It was, transparently, a made-up party, the gu... | of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new treatment. "He's never done that to me," said Brenda enviously; presently, "What do you suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" "I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy him?" "Oh well," said Brenda, "I do... | the neighbourhood of Portman Square, very convenient for Paddington Station. They had a Pekingese dog named Djinn. Brenda had come on impulse, leaving the butler to ring up and tell Marjorie of her arrival. She emerged from the train, after two hours and a quarter in a carriage crowded five a side, looking as fresh and... | was found a few yards away, sitting under a chair and staring at a shred of waste paper. He was quite colourless, with pink nose and lips and pink circles of bald flesh round his eyes. "I don't believe he has a spark of human feeling," said Marjorie. They talked about Mr Cruttwell, their bone-setter, and Marjorie's new... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I _must_ come and speak to you, though I'm in a great hurry. It's _so_ long since we met and John has been telling me about a _delightful_ week-end he had with you." | Mrs. Beaver | came across to their table.<|quote|>"I _must_ come and speak to you, though I'm in a great hurry. It's _so_ long since we met and John has been telling me about a _delightful_ week-end he had with you."</|quote|>"It was very quiet." "That's | mountain.) After luncheon Mrs Beaver came across to their table.<|quote|>"I _must_ come and speak to you, though I'm in a great hurry. It's _so_ long since we met and John has been telling me about a _delightful_ week-end he had with you."</|quote|>"It was very quiet." "That's just what he _loves_. Poor | no enemies in the world to which she aspired; some time ago she had married a good-natured earl, whom nobody else happened to want at the time; since then she had scaled all but the highest peaks of every social mountain.) After luncheon Mrs Beaver came across to their table.<|quote|>"I _must_ come and speak to you, th... | years." "I wish Tony could see her point." (Although Polly's fortune was derived from men, her popularity was chiefly among women, who admired her clothes and bought them from her second-hand at bargain prices; her first steps to eminence had been in circles so obscure that they had made her no enemies in the world to ... | experience, a dancer and a novelist and a scene designer, a shamefaced junior minister who had not realized what he was in for until too late, and Lady Cockpurse. "God, what a party," said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all. "You're both coming to my party, darlings?" Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the... | of Morecambe Bay shrimps as a surprise for Tony; they made an appointment with Mr Cruttwell for that afternoon. They talked about Polly Cockpurse's party. "Do come up for it. It's certain to be amusing." "I might... if I can find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They ... | she often was on her return to Hetton after these days in London, she went completely to pieces quite suddenly and became a waif; then she would sit over the fire with a cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her che... | like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door, "there's your Mr Beaver's mother." She was entertaining a party of eight ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"It was very quiet." | Brenda | week-end he had with you."<|quote|>"It was very quiet."</|quote|>"That's just what he _loves_. | telling me about a _delightful_ week-end he had with you."<|quote|>"It was very quiet."</|quote|>"That's just what he _loves_. Poor boy, he gets rushed | but the highest peaks of every social mountain.) After luncheon Mrs Beaver came across to their table. "I _must_ come and speak to you, though I'm in a great hurry. It's _so_ long since we met and John has been telling me about a _delightful_ week-end he had with you."<|quote|>"It was very quiet."</|quote|>"That's just... | prices; her first steps to eminence had been in circles so obscure that they had made her no enemies in the world to which she aspired; some time ago she had married a good-natured earl, whom nobody else happened to want at the time; since then she had scaled all but the highest peaks of every social mountain.) After l... | said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all. "You're both coming to my party, darlings?" Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the restaurant. "Only don't tell anyone about it. It's just a very small, secret party. The house will only hold a few people--just old friends." "It would be wonderful to see what Polly'... | be amusing." "I might... if I can find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door, "... | cup of bread and milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "W... | her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door, "there's your Mr Beaver's mother." She was entertaining a party of eight at a ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"That's just what he _loves_. Poor boy, he gets rushed off his feet in London. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is it true you are looking for a flat?--because I think I've got just the place for you. It's being done up now and will be ready well before Christmas." | Mrs. Beaver | you." "It was very quiet."<|quote|>"That's just what he _loves_. Poor boy, he gets rushed off his feet in London. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is it true you are looking for a flat?--because I think I've got just the place for you. It's being done up now and will be ready well before Christmas."</|quote|>She looked at her wat... | _delightful_ week-end he had with you." "It was very quiet."<|quote|>"That's just what he _loves_. Poor boy, he gets rushed off his feet in London. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is it true you are looking for a flat?--because I think I've got just the place for you. It's being done up now and will be ready well before Christma... | of every social mountain.) After luncheon Mrs Beaver came across to their table. "I _must_ come and speak to you, though I'm in a great hurry. It's _so_ long since we met and John has been telling me about a _delightful_ week-end he had with you." "It was very quiet."<|quote|>"That's just what he _loves_. Poor boy, he ... | to eminence had been in circles so obscure that they had made her no enemies in the world to which she aspired; some time ago she had married a good-natured earl, whom nobody else happened to want at the time; since then she had scaled all but the highest peaks of every social mountain.) After luncheon Mrs Beaver came ... | to them all. "You're both coming to my party, darlings?" Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the restaurant. "Only don't tell anyone about it. It's just a very small, secret party. The house will only hold a few people--just old friends." "It would be wonderful to see what Polly's _real_ old friends were like,... | if I can find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I can't go to parties alone at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door, "there's your Mr Beaver's ... | milk, hardly alive, until Tony took her up to bed. Marjorie had her hat on and was sitting at her writing-table puzzling over her cheque-book and a sheaf of bills. "Darling, what _does_ the country do to you? You look like a thousand pounds. Where _did_ you get that suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at... | by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecorations. It was, transparently, a made-up party, the guests being chosen for no mutual bond--least of all affection for Mr... | A Handful Of Dust |
She looked at her watch. | No speaker | be ready well before Christmas."<|quote|>She looked at her watch.</|quote|>"Oh dear, I must fly. | done up now and will be ready well before Christmas."<|quote|>She looked at her watch.</|quote|>"Oh dear, I must fly. You couldn't possibly come in | quiet." "That's just what he _loves_. Poor boy, he gets rushed off his feet in London. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is it true you are looking for a flat?--because I think I've got just the place for you. It's being done up now and will be ready well before Christmas."<|quote|>She looked at her watch.</|quote|>"Oh dear, I mus... | peaks of every social mountain.) After luncheon Mrs Beaver came across to their table. "I _must_ come and speak to you, though I'm in a great hurry. It's _so_ long since we met and John has been telling me about a _delightful_ week-end he had with you." "It was very quiet." "That's just what he _loves_. Poor boy, he ge... | _real_ old friends were like," said Marjorie. "She hasn't known anyone more than five years." "I wish Tony could see her point." (Although Polly's fortune was derived from men, her popularity was chiefly among women, who admired her clothes and bought them from her second-hand at bargain prices; her first steps to emin... | soon as they got inside the door, "there's your Mr Beaver's mother." She was entertaining a party of eight at a large round table in the centre of the room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the or... | suit?" "I don't know. Some shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought h... | late, and Lady Cockpurse. "God, what a party," said Marjorie, waving brightly to them all. "You're both coming to my party, darlings?" Polly Cockpurse's strident tones rang across the restaurant. "Only don't tell anyone about it. It's just a very small, secret party. The house will only hold a few people--just old frie... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh dear, I must fly. You couldn't possibly come in for a cocktail, this evening? Then you could hear all about it." | Mrs. Beaver | She looked at her watch.<|quote|>"Oh dear, I must fly. You couldn't possibly come in for a cocktail, this evening? Then you could hear all about it."</|quote|>"I _could_..." said Brenda doubtfully. | be ready well before Christmas." She looked at her watch.<|quote|>"Oh dear, I must fly. You couldn't possibly come in for a cocktail, this evening? Then you could hear all about it."</|quote|>"I _could_..." said Brenda doubtfully. "Then _do_. I'll expect you | _loves_. Poor boy, he gets rushed off his feet in London. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is it true you are looking for a flat?--because I think I've got just the place for you. It's being done up now and will be ready well before Christmas." She looked at her watch.<|quote|>"Oh dear, I must fly. You couldn't possibly come in f... | After luncheon Mrs Beaver came across to their table. "I _must_ come and speak to you, though I'm in a great hurry. It's _so_ long since we met and John has been telling me about a _delightful_ week-end he had with you." "It was very quiet." "That's just what he _loves_. Poor boy, he gets rushed off his feet in London.... | said Marjorie. "She hasn't known anyone more than five years." "I wish Tony could see her point." (Although Polly's fortune was derived from men, her popularity was chiefly among women, who admired her clothes and bought them from her second-hand at bargain prices; her first steps to eminence had been in circles so obs... | the door, "there's your Mr Beaver's mother." She was entertaining a party of eight at a large round table in the centre of the room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaura... | shop." "What's the news at Hetton?" "All the same. Tony madly feudal. John Andrew cursing like a stable boy." "And you?" "Me? Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket.... | of the room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecorations. It was, transparently, a made-up party, the guests being chosen for no m... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I _could_..." | Brenda | could hear all about it."<|quote|>"I _could_..."</|quote|>said Brenda doubtfully. "Then _do_. | cocktail, this evening? Then you could hear all about it."<|quote|>"I _could_..."</|quote|>said Brenda doubtfully. "Then _do_. I'll expect you about six. | a flat?--because I think I've got just the place for you. It's being done up now and will be ready well before Christmas." She looked at her watch. "Oh dear, I must fly. You couldn't possibly come in for a cocktail, this evening? Then you could hear all about it."<|quote|>"I _could_..."</|quote|>said Brenda doubtfully.... | It's _so_ long since we met and John has been telling me about a _delightful_ week-end he had with you." "It was very quiet." "That's just what he _loves_. Poor boy, he gets rushed off his feet in London. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is it true you are looking for a flat?--because I think I've got just the place for you. It's... | from men, her popularity was chiefly among women, who admired her clothes and bought them from her second-hand at bargain prices; her first steps to eminence had been in circles so obscure that they had made her no enemies in the world to which she aspired; some time ago she had married a good-natured earl, whom nobody... | of the room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecorations. It was, transparently, a made-up party, the guests being chosen for no m... | Oh, I'm all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." ... | to parties alone at my age." They went out to luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck," said Marjorie, as soon as they got inside the door, "there's your Mr Beaver's mother." She was entertaining a party of eight at a large round table ... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Brenda doubtfully. | No speaker | all about it." "I _could_..."<|quote|>said Brenda doubtfully.</|quote|>"Then _do_. I'll expect you | evening? Then you could hear all about it." "I _could_..."<|quote|>said Brenda doubtfully.</|quote|>"Then _do_. I'll expect you about six. I daresay you | I think I've got just the place for you. It's being done up now and will be ready well before Christmas." She looked at her watch. "Oh dear, I must fly. You couldn't possibly come in for a cocktail, this evening? Then you could hear all about it." "I _could_..."<|quote|>said Brenda doubtfully.</|quote|>"Then _do_. I'll... | long since we met and John has been telling me about a _delightful_ week-end he had with you." "It was very quiet." "That's just what he _loves_. Poor boy, he gets rushed off his feet in London. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is it true you are looking for a flat?--because I think I've got just the place for you. It's being don... | her popularity was chiefly among women, who admired her clothes and bought them from her second-hand at bargain prices; her first steps to eminence had been in circles so obscure that they had made her no enemies in the world to which she aspired; some time ago she had married a good-natured earl, whom nobody else happ... | room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecorations. It was, transparently, a made-up party, the guests being chosen for no mutual b... | all right." "Who's been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thoug... | the centre of the room; she was being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecorations. It was, transparently, a made-up party, the guests being chos... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Then _do_. I'll expect you about six. I daresay you don't know where I live?" | Mrs. Beaver | "I _could_..." said Brenda doubtfully.<|quote|>"Then _do_. I'll expect you about six. I daresay you don't know where I live?"</|quote|>She told her and left | could hear all about it." "I _could_..." said Brenda doubtfully.<|quote|>"Then _do_. I'll expect you about six. I daresay you don't know where I live?"</|quote|>She told her and left the table. "What's all this | got just the place for you. It's being done up now and will be ready well before Christmas." She looked at her watch. "Oh dear, I must fly. You couldn't possibly come in for a cocktail, this evening? Then you could hear all about it." "I _could_..." said Brenda doubtfully.<|quote|>"Then _do_. I'll expect you about six.... | met and John has been telling me about a _delightful_ week-end he had with you." "It was very quiet." "That's just what he _loves_. Poor boy, he gets rushed off his feet in London. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is it true you are looking for a flat?--because I think I've got just the place for you. It's being done up now and w... | chiefly among women, who admired her clothes and bought them from her second-hand at bargain prices; her first steps to eminence had been in circles so obscure that they had made her no enemies in the world to which she aspired; some time ago she had married a good-natured earl, whom nobody else happened to want at the... | being paid to do so by Daisy, whose restaurant was not doing all she expected of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecorations. It was, transparently, a made-up party, the guests being chosen for no mutual bond--least of ... | been to stay?" "No one. We had a friend of Tony's called Mr Beaver last week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pa... | suppose is Mr Beaver's sex-life?" "I shouldn't know. Pretty dim, I imagine... You _do_ fancy him?" "Oh well," said Brenda, "I don't see such a lot of young men..." They left the dog at home and did some shopping--towels for the nursery, pickled peaches, a clock for one of the lodgekeepers who was celebrating his sixtie... | A Handful Of Dust |
She told her and left the table. | No speaker | don't know where I live?"<|quote|>She told her and left the table.</|quote|>"What's all this about a | about six. I daresay you don't know where I live?"<|quote|>She told her and left the table.</|quote|>"What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just | well before Christmas." She looked at her watch. "Oh dear, I must fly. You couldn't possibly come in for a cocktail, this evening? Then you could hear all about it." "I _could_..." said Brenda doubtfully. "Then _do_. I'll expect you about six. I daresay you don't know where I live?"<|quote|>She told her and left the ta... | "It was very quiet." "That's just what he _loves_. Poor boy, he gets rushed off his feet in London. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is it true you are looking for a flat?--because I think I've got just the place for you. It's being done up now and will be ready well before Christmas." She looked at her watch. "Oh dear, I must fl... | prices; her first steps to eminence had been in circles so obscure that they had made her no enemies in the world to which she aspired; some time ago she had married a good-natured earl, whom nobody else happened to want at the time; since then she had scaled all but the highest peaks of every social mountain.) After l... | of it--that is to say the luncheon was free and Mrs Beaver was getting the order, should the restaurant still be open, for its spring redecorations. It was, transparently, a made-up party, the guests being chosen for no mutual bond--least of all affection for Mrs Beaver or for each other--except that their names were i... | week-end." "John Beaver?... How very odd. I shouldn't have thought he was at all Tony's ticket." "He wasn't... What's he like?" "I hardly know him. I see him at Margot's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere." "I thought he was rather pathetic." "Oh, he's _pathetic_ all right. D'you fancy him?" "Heavens, no.... | men, her popularity was chiefly among women, who admired her clothes and bought them from her second-hand at bargain prices; her first steps to eminence had been in circles so obscure that they had made her no enemies in the world to which she aspired; some time ago she had married a good-natured earl, whom nobody else... | A Handful Of Dust |
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