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"What's all this about a flat?" | Marjorie | her and left the table.<|quote|>"What's all this about a flat?"</|quote|>Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something | where I live?" She told her and left the table.<|quote|>"What's all this about a flat?"</|quote|>Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * | 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?" She told her and left the table.<|quote|>"What's all this about a flat?"</|quo... | 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 fly. You couldn't possibly come in for a ... | 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 across to their ... | 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... | 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 the park. He... | 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... | A Handful Of Dust |
Marjorie asked. | No speaker | all this about a flat?"<|quote|>Marjorie asked.</|quote|>"Oh, just something I thought | and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?"<|quote|>Marjorie asked.</|quote|>"Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * | 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?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?"<|quote|>Marjorie asked.</|quote|>"Oh, just... | 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 fly. You couldn't possibly come in for a cocktail, this evening? Then y... | 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 across to their table. "I _must_ come and speak ... | 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 not wholly renegade duke, an u... | 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 unrepaying dog who ne... | 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, transparently, a made-up party... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, just something I thought of..." | Brenda | about a flat?" Marjorie asked.<|quote|>"Oh, just something I thought of..."</|quote|>* * * * * | the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked.<|quote|>"Oh, just something I thought of..."</|quote|>* * * * * That afternoon, as she lay | 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?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked.<|quote|>"Oh, just something I thought o... | 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 fly. You couldn't possibly come in for a cocktail, this evening? Then you could he... | 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 across to their table. "I _must_ come and speak to you, t... | 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 gir... | 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 unrepaying dog who never looked ... | 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, transparentl... | A Handful Of Dust |
* * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was... | No speaker | just something I thought of..."<|quote|>* * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, ... | a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..."<|quote|>* * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on goi... | 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?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..."<|quote|>* * * * * That afternoon, a... | 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 fly. You couldn't possibly come in for a cocktail, this evening? Then you could hear all about it." "I _could_.... | 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. "I _must_ come and speak to you, though I'm in a great hurry.... | 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 girl of experience, a dancer and a noveli... | "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 along by... | 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 bond--l... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I'll ask my husband and let you know." | Brenda | long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said.<|quote|>"I'll ask my husband and let you know."</|quote|>"You _will_ let me know | bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said.<|quote|>"I'll ask my husband and let you know."</|quote|>"You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ | week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said.<|quote|>"I'll ask my husband and l... | what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; t... | 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?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon,... | 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 which she aspire... | 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?" "Oh we... | 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 a s... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." | Mrs. Beaver | husband and let you know."<|quote|>"You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one."</|quote|>"I'll let you know very | Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know."<|quote|>"You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one."</|quote|>"I'll let you know very soon." When she had to | the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know."<|quote|>"You _will_ let me kn... | spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with... | about it." "I _could_..." said Brenda doubtfully. "Then _do_. I'll expect you about six. I daresay you don't know where I live?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table... | 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 married a good-natured earl,... | 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 don't see such a lot ... | 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 married a go... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I'll let you know very soon." | Brenda | _everyone_ will be wanting one."<|quote|>"I'll let you know very soon."</|quote|>When she had to go, | know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one."<|quote|>"I'll let you know very soon."</|quote|>When she had to go, Beaver came with her to | refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one."<|quote|>"I'll let you know very soon... | her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a... | I daresay you don't know where I live?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wond... | 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 time; since then she had scaled all but the ... | 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... | 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. "Then _do_. I'll expect you about six. I daresay you don't know where I live?" She told her a... | A Handful Of Dust |
When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. | No speaker | let you know very soon."<|quote|>When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her.</|quote|>"I'm sur... | will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon."<|quote|>When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat... | a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon."<|quote|>When she had to go, Beaver came wit... | said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with ele... | I live?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at... | 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 time; since then she had scaled all but the highest peaks of every social mountai... | 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 peaches, a clock for one of the l... | 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. "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 w... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I'm sure you want to go away." | Brenda | in and sat with her.<|quote|>"I'm sure you want to go away."</|quote|>"No, really." "I've got lots | not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her.<|quote|>"I'm sure you want to go away."</|quote|>"No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to | had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her.<|quote|>"I'm sure you want to go away."</|quote|>"No, reall... | built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the sta... | Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She... | 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." "It was very quiet." "That's just what he _loves_.... | 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... | 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." (Although Polly's fortune was derived from... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No, really." | John Beaver | you want to go away."<|quote|>"No, really."</|quote|>"I've got lots to read." | sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away."<|quote|>"No, really."</|quote|>"I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's | to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away."<|quote|>"No, really."</|quote|>"I've got lots to read." "I ... | space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in h... | "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belg... | 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 gets rushed off his feet... | 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 find someone to take me. Tony doesn't... | "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." "I wish Tony could see her point." (Although Polly's ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I've got lots to read." | Brenda | to go away." "No, really."<|quote|>"I've got lots to read."</|quote|>"I _want_ to stay." "It's | her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really."<|quote|>"I've got lots to read."</|quote|>"I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently | station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really."<|quote|>"I've got lots to read."</|quote|>"I _want_ ... | a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriag... | if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six ... | 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. Tell ... | 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 find someone to take me. Tony doesn't like her... I c... | 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." "It was very quiet." "That's just what he _loves_.... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I _want_ to stay." | John Beaver | "I've got lots to read."<|quote|>"I _want_ to stay."</|quote|>"It's very sweet of you." | to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read."<|quote|>"I _want_ to stay."</|quote|>"It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, | chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read."<|quote|>"I _want_ to stay."</|quote|>"It's very sweet of ... | a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them t... | going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three poun... | 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. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is it true you ... | 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 to parties alone at ... | 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 time; since then she had scaled all but the highest peaks of... | A Handful Of Dust |
"It's very sweet of you." | Brenda | read." "I _want_ to stay."<|quote|>"It's very sweet of you."</|quote|>Presently she said, rather timidly, | really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay."<|quote|>"It's very sweet of you."</|quote|>Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used | her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay."<|quote|>"It's very sweet of you."</|quote|>Presently she sa... | Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet.... | "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each... | _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. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is it true you are looking for a f... | 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 wen... | 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 Handful Of Dust |
Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing, | No speaker | "It's very sweet of you."<|quote|>Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing,</|quote|>"I suppose you wouldn't like | read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you."<|quote|>Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing,</|quote|>"I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's | together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you."<|quote|>Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used... | husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time ... | But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were goin... | 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. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is it true you are looking for a flat?--because I think I'v... | 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 luncheon, to a new... | 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 across to their table. "I _must_ co... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" | Brenda | for that sort of thing,<|quote|>"I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?"</|quote|>Beaver hesitated. There would be | was not used to asking for that sort of thing,<|quote|>"I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?"</|quote|>Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening | not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing,<|quote|>"I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party,... | wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm ... | Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room ... | 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 will be ready well befo... | 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 luncheon, to a new restaurant in Albemarle Street which a friend of theirs named Daisy had recently opened. "You're in luck,... | 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. "Then _do_. I'll expect you about six. I daresay y... | A Handful Of Dust |
Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said... | No speaker | to Polly's party, would you?"<|quote|>Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have ... | wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?"<|quote|>Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be resp... | want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?"<|quote|>Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner ... | Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read."... | and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space... | 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 fly. You couldn... | 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, "there's your Mr ... | 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. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is it true you are looking for a flat?--b... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I wish I could," | John Beaver | up for the whole evening...<|quote|>"I wish I could,"</|quote|>he said, "but I've promised | it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening...<|quote|>"I wish I could,"</|quote|>he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." | at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening...<|quote|>"I wish I could,"</|quote|>he said, "but I've promis... | wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible ... | let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go ... | daresay you don't know where I live?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wonder... | 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 Mrs Beaver or for ... | was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric ... | A Handful Of Dust |
he said, | No speaker | evening... "I wish I could,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"but I've promised to dine | himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had | would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"but I've promised to dine out for ... | me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to se... | soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really... | where I live?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would... | 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 that t... | his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her j... | A Handful Of Dust |
"but I've promised to dine out for it." | John Beaver | wish I could," he said,<|quote|>"but I've promised to dine out for it."</|quote|>Brenda had observed his hesitation. | for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said,<|quote|>"but I've promised to dine out for it."</|quote|>Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would | responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said,<|quote|>"but I've promised to dine out for it."</|quote|>Bren... | Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her ... | she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got... | live?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at h... | 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 that their nam... | built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the sta... | A Handful Of Dust |
Brenda had observed his hesitation. | No speaker | to dine out for it."<|quote|>Brenda had observed his hesitation.</|quote|>"I was afraid you would | he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it."<|quote|>Brenda had observed his hesitation.</|quote|>"I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." | home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it."<|quote|>Brenda had observed his hesitation.</|quote|>"I was a... | be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many... | to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." ... | "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's... | 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... | 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 across to their table. "... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I was afraid you would have." | Brenda | Brenda had observed his hesitation.<|quote|>"I was afraid you would have."</|quote|>"But we'll meet there." "Yes, | to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation.<|quote|>"I was afraid you would have."</|quote|>"But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish | said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation.<|quote|>"I was afraid you would have."</|quote|>... | evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed sh... | ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Pr... | flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about,"... | 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 not wholly renegade duke, ... | limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wantin... | A Handful Of Dust |
"But we'll meet there." | John Beaver | was afraid you would have."<|quote|>"But we'll meet there."</|quote|>"Yes, if I go." "I | had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have."<|quote|>"But we'll meet there."</|quote|>"Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken | many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have."<|quote|>"But we'll meet there."</|quote|>"Yes, ... | to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that we... | her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidl... | I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sens... | 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 girl of experience, a... | to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, if I go." | Brenda | have." "But we'll meet there."<|quote|>"Yes, if I go."</|quote|>"I wish I could have | "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there."<|quote|>"Yes, if I go."</|quote|>"I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all | indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there."<|quote|>"Yes, if I go."</|quote|>"I wish I could ... | one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it ... | them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to... | * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was t... | 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... | so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I wish I could have taken you." | John Beaver | there." "Yes, if I go."<|quote|>"I wish I could have taken you."</|quote|>"It's quite all right... I | would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go."<|quote|>"I wish I could have taken you."</|quote|>"It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with | asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go."<|quote|>"I wish I could have taken you."</|quote|>"It's ... | them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying... | buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort... | That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in... | 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 a scene designer, a shameface... | 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?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopat... | A Handful Of Dust |
"It's quite all right... I just wondered." | Brenda | I could have taken you."<|quote|>"It's quite all right... I just wondered."</|quote|>The gaiety with which they | if I go." "I wish I could have taken you."<|quote|>"It's quite all right... I just wondered."</|quote|>The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was | it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you."<|quote|>"It's quite all right... I just wondered."</|quot... | would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... | the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like ... | the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard... | 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 a scene designer, a shamefaced junior minister who had not realized what ... | That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in... | A Handful Of Dust |
The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, | No speaker | all right... I just wondered."<|quote|>The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said,</|quote|>"Well, I think perhaps I'll | have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered."<|quote|>The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said,</|quote|>"Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run | the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered."<|quote|>The gaiety with which they had bought the... | restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I... | not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would y... | his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her j... | 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 a scene designer, a shamefaced junior minister who had not realized what he was in for until too late, and Lady Cockpur... | 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. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is it true you are looking for a flat?--because I think I've got just the place for yo... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." | John Beaver | a minute. Then Beaver said,<|quote|>"Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now."</|quote|>"Yes, run along. Thank you | now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said,<|quote|>"Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now."</|quote|>"Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off | "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said,<|quote|>"Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now."</|quote... | said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet t... | to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be in... | keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at th... | 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 Cockpurse's str... | came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _wa... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." | Brenda | perhaps I'll leave you now."<|quote|>"Yes, run along. Thank you for coming."</|quote|>He went off down the | Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now."<|quote|>"Yes, run along. Thank you for coming."</|quote|>He went off down the platform. There were still eight | meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now."<|quote|>"Yes, run along. Thank you for coming."</|quote|>... | nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could hav... | sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he to... | what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; t... | 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. "Only do... | very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if ... | A Handful Of Dust |
He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * | No speaker | along. Thank you for coming."<|quote|>He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * *</|quote|>"Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down | leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming."<|quote|>He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * *</|quote|>"Barnardo case... | wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming."<|quote|>He went off down the platform. There were... | him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I ju... | timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or... | in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, w... | 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 it. It's just a... | of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Barnardo case?" | Tony Last | * * * * *<|quote|>"Barnardo case?"</|quote|>Brenda nodded. "Down and out," | might have done it better." * * * * *<|quote|>"Barnardo case?"</|quote|>Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." | Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * *<|quote|>"Barnardo case?"</|quote|>Brenda nodded. "Down and out,"... | if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There... | or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it migh... | room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _w... | 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." "I wish Tony could see her point." (Although Polly's fortun... | "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to o... | A Handful Of Dust |
Brenda nodded. | No speaker | * * * "Barnardo case?"<|quote|>Brenda nodded.</|quote|>"Down and out," she said, | done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?"<|quote|>Brenda nodded.</|quote|>"Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat | for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?"<|quote|>Brenda nodded.</|quote|>"Down and out," she said,... | go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were... | of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean ty... | and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let m... | 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." (Although Polly's fortune was deriv... | sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; the bathroom... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Down and out," | Brenda | * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded.<|quote|>"Down and out,"</|quote|>she said, "sunk, right under." | better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded.<|quote|>"Down and out,"</|quote|>she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread | He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded.<|quote|>"Down and out,"</|quote|>she said, "sunk, right... | wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still e... | if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself... | bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know... | 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." (Although Polly's fortune was derived from men, ... | asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "a... | A Handful Of Dust |
she said, | No speaker | Brenda nodded. "Down and out,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"sunk, right under." She sat | * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, | down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"sunk, right under." She... | have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes ... | Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the... | were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, be... | 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." (Although Polly's fortune was derived from men, her popularity... | six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"sunk, right under." | Brenda | "Down and out," she said,<|quote|>"sunk, right under."</|quote|>She sat nursing her bread | * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said,<|quote|>"sunk, right under."</|quote|>She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. | platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said,<|quote|>"sunk, right under."</|quote|>She sat nurs... | you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The ... | it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole even... | to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _ever... | 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." (Although Polly's fortune was derived from men, her popularity was ch... | 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?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, jus... | A Handful Of Dust |
She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. | No speaker | she said, "sunk, right under."<|quote|>She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing.</|quote|>"Good day?" She nodded. "Saw | Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under."<|quote|>She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing.</|quote|>"Good day?" She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. | still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under."<|quote|>She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirri... | all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly ... | the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish... | with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be w... | 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." (Although Polly's fortune was derived from men, her popularity was chiefly among women, wh... | a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Good day?" | Tony Last | her felt good for nothing.<|quote|>"Good day?"</|quote|>She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and | it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing.<|quote|>"Good day?"</|quote|>She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some | want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing.<|quote|>"Good day?"</|quote|>She nodded. "Saw Marjori... | They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "... | have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was af... | electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate s... | _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... | all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlant... | A Handful Of Dust |
She nodded. | No speaker | good for nothing. "Good day?"<|quote|>She nodded.</|quote|>"Saw Marjorie and her filthy | Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?"<|quote|>She nodded.</|quote|>"Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched | take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?"<|quote|>She nodded.</|quote|>"Saw Marjorie and he... | silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he mi... | see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you... | inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate a... | 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 eminence had be... | home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all." | Brenda | nothing. "Good day?" She nodded.<|quote|>"Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all."</|quote|>"You know I wish you'd | of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?" She nodded.<|quote|>"Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all."</|quote|>"You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to | poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?" She nodded.<|quote|>"Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Boug... | a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have do... | home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would h... | space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in h... | 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 eminence had been in circles... | 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?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." | Tony Last | new joint. Bone-setter. That's all."<|quote|>"You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you."</|quote|>"Me? Oh, I'm all right. | some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all."<|quote|>"You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you."</|quote|>"Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's | case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?" She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all."<|quote|>"You know... | you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right... | she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite al... | and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before t... | 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 which she aspired; some time ago sh... | snapped like patent fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people want... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." | Brenda | far too much for you."<|quote|>"Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move."</|quote|>* * * * * | these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you."<|quote|>"Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move."</|quote|>* * * * * Next day a telegram came | milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?" She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all." "You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you."<|quote|>"Me? Oh, I'm all ri... | carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt... | whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was al... | one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you... | 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 time; since then she had scaled all ... | every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you kn... | A Handful Of Dust |
* * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. | No speaker | bed, because I can't move."<|quote|>* * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names.</|quote|>"You seem in wonderful spirits | Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move."<|quote|>* * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names.</|quote|>"You seem in wonderful spirits to-d... | Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all." "You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move."<|quote|>* * * * * Next day a tele... | it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?" She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter... | would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for co... | buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rathe... | 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 across to their table. "I _must_ come and speak to you, though... | chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently s... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," | Tony Last | they had avoided Christian names.<|quote|>"You seem in wonderful spirits to-day,"</|quote|>Tony remarked. "I feel big. | best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names.<|quote|>"You seem in wonderful spirits to-day,"</|quote|>Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. | please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names.<|quote|>"You seem in wonderful spiri... | day?" She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all." "You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anyt... | were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only ... | to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that ... | 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 gets rus... | not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into... | A Handful Of Dust |
Tony remarked. | No speaker | seem in wonderful spirits to-day,"<|quote|>Tony remarked.</|quote|>"I feel big. I think | had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day,"<|quote|>Tony remarked.</|quote|>"I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts | about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day,"<|quote|>Tony remarked.</|quote|>"I fe... | her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all." "You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move... | Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." ... | got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain... | 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. Tell me, Lady ... | want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." | Brenda | wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked.<|quote|>"I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything."</|quote|>[III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." | Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked.<|quote|>"I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything."</|quote|>[III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse | because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked.<|quote|>"I feel big. I think it's... | dog. Bought some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all." "You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * ... | "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Ba... | to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be in... | 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. Tell me, Lady Brenda, is ... | The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired... | A Handful Of Dust |
[III] | No speaker | and one's circulation and everything."<|quote|>[III]</|quote|>"Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" | puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything."<|quote|>[III]</|quote|>"Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is | of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything."<|quote|>... | these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delight... | the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread... | not used to asking for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restauran... | _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 bein... | buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rathe... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Where's mummy gone?" | John Andrew | one's circulation and everything." [III]<|quote|>"Where's mummy gone?"</|quote|>"London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady | all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III]<|quote|>"Where's mummy gone?"</|quote|>"London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." | dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III]<|quot... | day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Se... | platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and... | used to asking for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant...... | 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... | and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she... | A Handful Of Dust |
"London." | Tony Last | everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?"<|quote|>"London."</|quote|>"Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse | right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?"<|quote|>"London."</|quote|>"Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is | you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?"<... | They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always ... | still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it li... | for that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds a... | 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... | meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Why?" | John Andrew | [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>"Someone called Lady Cockpurse is | and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>"Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she | still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "Lon... | far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Br... | eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listless... | that sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at le... | 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 will ... | there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the p... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." | Tony Last | "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?"<|quote|>"Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party."</|quote|>"Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks | one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?"<|quote|>"Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party."</|quote|>"Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because | free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." ... | too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda... | minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Ev... | sort of thing, "I suppose you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least..... | 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 will be r... | responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed h... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Is she nice?" | John Andrew | Cockpurse is giving a party."<|quote|>"Is she nice?"</|quote|>"Mummy thinks so. I don't." | "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party."<|quote|>"Is she nice?"</|quote|>"Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like | Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party."<|qu... | right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Chr... | and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day... | to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and ha... | 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 will be ready well before Christmas." She looked at her... | chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently s... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Mummy thinks so. I don't." | Tony Last | a party." "Is she nice?"<|quote|>"Mummy thinks so. I don't."</|quote|>"Why?" "Because she looks like | called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?"<|quote|>"Mummy thinks so. I don't."</|quote|>"Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love | then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?"<|quot... | was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. ... | tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?" She nodded. "... | to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see h... | 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 will be ready well before Christmas." She looked at her watch. "Oh dear... | would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Why?" | John Andrew | "Mummy thinks so. I don't."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>"Because she looks like a | a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't."<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>"Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love to | names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't."<|quote|>"... | please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spiri... | want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?" She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and her filthy ... | Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said... | 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 fly. You couldn... | I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Because she looks like a monkey." | Tony Last | thinks so. I don't." "Why?"<|quote|>"Because she looks like a monkey."</|quote|>"I should love to see | party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?"<|quote|>"Because she looks like a monkey."</|quote|>"I should love to see her. Does she live in | "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?"<|quote|>"... | please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-da... | to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?" She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. ... | hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she r... | "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 fly. You couldn't possi... | bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage;... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." | John Andrew | she looks like a monkey."<|quote|>"I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says."</|quote|>They were having tea together | so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey."<|quote|>"I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says."</|quote|>They were having tea together on t... | Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey."<|quote|>"I sho... | about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think i... | thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?" She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched... | parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (... | 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 fly. You couldn't possibly come in for a cocktail, this ev... | would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bo... | A Handful Of Dust |
They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. | No speaker | a fish too, Ben says."<|quote|>They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure.</|quote|>"Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse | circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says."<|quote|>They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure.</|quote|>"Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." | like a monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says."<|quote|>They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure.</|quote|>"Dad... | wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks lik... | "Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all." "You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, be... | home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would h... | 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?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie aske... | out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I t... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" | John Andrew | the afternoon of Brenda's departure.<|quote|>"Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?"</|quote|>"Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts | were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure.<|quote|>"Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?"</|quote|>"Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and what things?" "Different kinds | live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure.<|quote|>"Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?"</|quote|>"Oh, nuts and thi... | Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has... | Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all." "You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beav... | many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish... | 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?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afte... | leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded.... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, nuts and things." | Tony Last | what does Lady Cockpurse eat?"<|quote|>"Oh, nuts and things."</|quote|>"Nuts and what things?" "Different | afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?"<|quote|>"Oh, nuts and things."</|quote|>"Nuts and what things?" "Different kinds of nuts." For days | got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?"<|quote|>"Oh, nuts and things."</|quote|>"Nuts and what thi... | nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman... | "You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you sti... | she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite al... | 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?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on th... | Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Nuts and what things?" | John Andrew | eat?" "Oh, nuts and things."<|quote|>"Nuts and what things?"</|quote|>"Different kinds of nuts." For | "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things."<|quote|>"Nuts and what things?"</|quote|>"Different kinds of nuts." For days to come the image | saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things."<|quote|>"Nuts and what things?"</|quote|>"Different... | circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish... | you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She rep... | if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just w... | about it." "I _could_..." said Brenda doubtfully. "Then _do_. I'll expect you about six. I daresay you don't know where I live?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table... | (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken y... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Different kinds of nuts." | Tony Last | things." "Nuts and what things?"<|quote|>"Different kinds of nuts."</|quote|>For days to come the | Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and what things?"<|quote|>"Different kinds of nuts."</|quote|>For days to come the image of this hairy, mischievous | looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and what things?"<|quote|>"Different kinds of nuts."</|quote|... | "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of s... | day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Se... | true?) it might mean tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gai... | said Brenda doubtfully. "Then _do_. I'll expect you about six. I daresay you don't know where I live?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under... | was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have a... | A Handful Of Dust |
For days to come the image of this hairy, mischievous Countess occupied John Andrew's mind. She became one of the inhabitants of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at... | No speaker | things?" "Different kinds of nuts."<|quote|>For days to come the image of this hairy, mischievous Countess occupied John Andrew's mind. She became one of the inhabitants of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung... | and things." "Nuts and what things?" "Different kinds of nuts."<|quote|>For days to come the image of this hairy, mischievous Countess occupied John Andrew's mind. She became one of the inhabitants of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them... | with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and what things?" "Different kinds of nuts."<|quote|>For days to come the image o... | "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo... | far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Br... | tying himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they h... | _do_. I'll expect you about six. I daresay you don't know where I live?" She told her and left the table. "What's all this about a flat?" Marjorie asked. "Oh, just something I thought of..." * * * * * That afternoon, as she lay luxuriously on the osteopath's table, and her vertebrae, under his strong fingers, snapped l... | certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You mustn't say things like that about real people," | Nanny | tree throwing nutshells at passers-by.<|quote|>"You mustn't say things like that about real people,"</|quote|>said nanny. "Whatever would Lady | swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by.<|quote|>"You mustn't say things like that about real people,"</|quote|>said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard | Countess occupied John Andrew's mind. She became one of the inhabitants of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by.<|quote|>"You mustn't say things like that... | a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and what things?" "Different kinds of nuts." For days to come the image of this hairy, mischievous Countess occupied John Andrew'... | Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice... | bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to ... | fasteners, Brenda wondered whether Beaver would be at home that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was so... | himself up for the whole evening... "I wish I could," he said, "but I've promised to dine out for it." Brenda had observed his hesitation. "I was afraid you would have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bou... | A Handful Of Dust |
said nanny. | No speaker | like that about real people,"<|quote|>said nanny.</|quote|>"Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do | passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people,"<|quote|>said nanny.</|quote|>"Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" | the inhabitants of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people,"<|quote|>said nanny.</|quote|>"Whatever woul... | Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and what things?" "Different kinds of nuts." For days to come the image of this hairy, mischievous Countess occupied John Andrew's mind. She became one of the inhabitants ... | seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she l... | silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he mi... | that evening. "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small... | London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" | Nanny | about real people," said nanny.<|quote|>"Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?"</|quote|>"She'd gibber and chatter and | mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny.<|quote|>"Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?"</|quote|>"She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, | of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny.<|quote|>"Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if sh... | They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and what things?" "Different kinds of nuts." For days to come the image of this hairy, mischievous Countess occupied John Andrew's mind. She became one of the inhabitants of his worl... | wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks lik... | a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have do... | "Probably not, if he's so keen on going about," she thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belg... | one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why indeed should she have asked him if that were not true?) it ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." | John Andrew | if she heard about it?"<|quote|>"She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it."</|quote|>* * * * * | "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?"<|quote|>"She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it."</|quote|>* * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's | rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?"<|quote|>"She'd gibber and chatter and las... | departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and what things?" "Different kinds of nuts." For days to come the image of this hairy, mischievous Countess occupied John Andrew's mind. She became one of the inhabitants of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. When kindly p... | it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage... | leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded.... | thought, "and, anyhow, what's the sense?..." But he was there, in spite of two other invitations. She heard all about the maisonette. Mrs Beaver knew her job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one ... | Bone-setter. That's all." "You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out o... | A Handful Of Dust |
* * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. | No speaker | and forget all about it."<|quote|>* * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room.</|quote|>"Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie | some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it."<|quote|>* * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room.</|quote|>"Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the | nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it."<|quote|>* * * * * Brenda was st... | this hairy, mischievous Countess occupied John Andrew's mind. She became one of the inhabitants of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say ... | a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were ha... | filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing.... | job. What people wanted, she said, was somewhere to dress and telephone. She was subdividing a small house in Belgravia into six flats at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a lar... | hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she r... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Lovely, darling. New?" | Marjorie | came into her sister's room.<|quote|>"Lovely, darling. New?"</|quote|>"Fairly." Marjorie was rung up | She was dressed first and came into her sister's room.<|quote|>"Lovely, darling. New?"</|quote|>"Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose | it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room.<|quote|>"Lovely, darling. New?"</|quote|>"Fairly." Marjorie wa... | of rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash rou... | Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "N... | it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?" She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter... | at three pounds a week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my hus... | Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Fairly." | Brenda | sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?"<|quote|>"Fairly."</|quote|>Marjorie was rung up by | first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?"<|quote|>"Fairly."</|quote|>Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house | and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?"<|quote|>"Fairly."</|quote|>Marjorie was rung up by the wo... | kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her t... | in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and what t... | * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?" She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all."... | a week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you... | you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down... | A Handful Of Dust |
Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" | No speaker | room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly."<|quote|>Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. ("</|quote|>"Look here, are you absolutely | and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly."<|quote|>Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. ("</|quote|>"Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan | chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly."<|quote|>Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose ... | people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, an... | a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and what thin... | * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?" She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all." "... | week, of one room each and a bath; the bathrooms were going to be slap-up, with limitless hot water and every transatlantic refinement; the other room would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you k... | right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Chr... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Absolutely. He's got a meeting in Camberwell. He may not even come to Polly's." | Marjorie | can't make Allan come to-night?"<|quote|>"Absolutely. He's got a meeting in Camberwell. He may not even come to Polly's."</|quote|>"Is there _any_ man you | are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?"<|quote|>"Absolutely. He's got a meeting in Camberwell. He may not even come to Polly's."</|quote|>"Is there _any_ man you can bring?" "Can't think of | * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?"<|quote|>"Absolutely. He's got a meetin... | "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night... | a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and what things?" "Different kinds of nuts." For days to come the image of this hairy, mischievous Countess occupied John Andrew'... | bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?" She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and her filthy dog. Bought some things. Lunched at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all." "You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and plea... | would have a large built-in wardrobe with electric light inside, and space for a bed. It would fill a long-felt need, Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came ... | because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Crut... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Can't think of anybody." | Marjorie | _any_ man you can bring?"<|quote|>"Can't think of anybody."</|quote|>"Well, we shall have to | come to Polly's." "Is there _any_ man you can bring?"<|quote|>"Can't think of anybody."</|quote|>"Well, we shall have to be one short, that's all. | darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?" "Absolutely. He's got a meeting in Camberwell. He may not even come to Polly's." "Is there _any_ man you can bring?"<|quote|>"Can't think of anybody."</|q... | "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman... | departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and what things?" "Different kinds of nuts." For days to come the image of this hairy, mischievous Countess occupied John Andrew's mind. She became one of the inhabitants of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. When kindly p... | at Daisy's new joint. Bone-setter. That's all." "You know I wish you'd give up these day-trips to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from B... | Mrs Beaver said. "I'll ask my husband and let you know." "You _will_ let me know soon, won't you, because _everyone_ will be wanting one." "I'll let you know very soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buf... | was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. ... | A Handful Of Dust |
") | No speaker | but even _he_ won't come."<|quote|>")</|quote|>"You know," said Marjorie, putting | I rang up John Beaver but even _he_ won't come."<|quote|>")</|quote|>"You know," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing | He's got a meeting in Camberwell. He may not even come to Polly's." "Is there _any_ man you can bring?" "Can't think of anybody." "Well, we shall have to be one short, that's all. I can't think what's happened to-night. I rang up John Beaver but even _he_ won't come."<|quote|>")</|quote|>"You know," said Marjorie, putt... | * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?" "Absolutely. He's got a meeting in Cambe... | occupied John Andrew's mind. She became one of the inhabitants of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real peopl... | I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names... | soon." When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really... | monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockp... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You know," | Marjorie | even _he_ won't come." ")<|quote|>"You know,"</|quote|>said Marjorie, putting down the | rang up John Beaver but even _he_ won't come." ")<|quote|>"You know,"</|quote|>said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing a great | got a meeting in Camberwell. He may not even come to Polly's." "Is there _any_ man you can bring?" "Can't think of anybody." "Well, we shall have to be one short, that's all. I can't think what's happened to-night. I rang up John Beaver but even _he_ won't come." ")<|quote|>"You know,"</|quote|>said Marjorie, putting d... | Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?" "Absolutely. He's got a meeting in Camberw... | John Andrew's mind. She became one of the inhabitants of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said ... | was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. ... | When she had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I'v... | had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cockpurse is giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks s... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, | No speaker | won't come." ") "You know,"<|quote|>said Marjorie, putting down the telephone,</|quote|>"you're causing a great deal | John Beaver but even _he_ won't come." ") "You know,"<|quote|>said Marjorie, putting down the telephone,</|quote|>"you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's | meeting in Camberwell. He may not even come to Polly's." "Is there _any_ man you can bring?" "Can't think of anybody." "Well, we shall have to be one short, that's all. I can't think what's happened to-night. I rang up John Beaver but even _he_ won't come." ") "You know,"<|quote|>said Marjorie, putting down the telepho... | staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?" "Absolutely. He's got a meeting in Camberwell. He may... | mind. She became one of the inhabitants of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatev... | that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem ... | had to go, Beaver came with her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lot... | * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man." | Marjorie | Marjorie, putting down the telephone,<|quote|>"you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man."</|quote|>"Oh dear, I didn't realize..." | come." ") "You know," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone,<|quote|>"you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man."</|quote|>"Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to | even come to Polly's." "Is there _any_ man you can bring?" "Can't think of anybody." "Well, we shall have to be one short, that's all. I can't think what's happened to-night. I rang up John Beaver but even _he_ won't come." ") "You know," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone,<|quote|>"you're causing a great deal o... | She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?" "Absolutely. He's got a meeting in Camberwell. He may not even come to Polly's." "Is there... | inhabitants of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do i... | Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarke... | her to the station. She usually ate some chocolate and buns in her carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to sta... | carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh dear, I didn't realize..." | Brenda | taken London's only spare man."<|quote|>"Oh dear, I didn't realize..."</|quote|>Beaver arrived at quarter to | great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man."<|quote|>"Oh dear, I didn't realize..."</|quote|>Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of | of anybody." "Well, we shall have to be one short, that's all. I can't think what's happened to-night. I rang up John Beaver but even _he_ won't come." ") "You know," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man."<|quote|>"Oh dear, I didn't rea... | "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?" "Absolutely. He's got a meeting in Camberwell. He may not even come to Polly's." "Is there _any_ man you can bring?" "Can't think of anybody." "Well, we shall have to be... | kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her t... | * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerv... | carriage; they bought them together at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, f... | because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Crut... | A Handful Of Dust |
Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he ... | No speaker | "Oh dear, I didn't realize..."<|quote|>Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he ... | taken London's only spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..."<|quote|>Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the... | have to be one short, that's all. I can't think what's happened to-night. I rang up John Beaver but even _he_ won't come." ") "You know," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..."<|quote|>Beaver arrived at qu... | by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?" "Absolutely. He's got a meeting in Camberwell. He may not even come to Polly's." "Is there _any_ man you can bring?" "Can't think of anybody." "Well, we shall have to be one short, that's all. I can't... | in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'... | telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and on... | at the buffet. There was plenty of time before the train left and the carriage was not yet full. Beaver came in and sat with her. "I'm sure you want to go away." "No, really." "I've got lots to read." "I _want_ to stay." "It's very sweet of you." Presently she said, rather timidly, for she was not used to asking for th... | all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wond... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I must see your Mr Beaver properly," | Marjorie | well how it was done.<|quote|>"I must see your Mr Beaver properly,"</|quote|>said Marjorie. "Let's make him | dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done.<|quote|>"I must see your Mr Beaver properly,"</|quote|>said Marjorie. "Let's make him take off his coat and | dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done.<|quote|>"I must see your Mr Beaver properly,"</|quote|>said Marjo... | but even _he_ won't come." ") "You know," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing ... | it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?" "Absolutely. He's got a mee... | giving a party." "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They ... | you wouldn't like to take me to Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsi... | want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her felt good for nothing. "Good day?" She nodded. "Saw Marjorie and her filthy ... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Marjorie. | No speaker | see your Mr Beaver properly,"<|quote|>said Marjorie.</|quote|>"Let's make him take off | it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly,"<|quote|>said Marjorie.</|quote|>"Let's make him take off his coat and drink something." | cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly,"<|quote|>said Marjorie.</|quote|>"Let's make him take off his coat and ... | know," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a chequ... | was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?" "Absolutely. He's got a meeting in Camberwell. He... | thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afterno... | Polly's party, would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her ... | * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?" "Absolutely. He's got a meeting in Cambe... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Let's make him take off his coat and drink something." | Marjorie | Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie.<|quote|>"Let's make him take off his coat and drink something."</|quote|>The two sisters were a | done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie.<|quote|>"Let's make him take off his coat and drink something."</|quote|>The two sisters were a little shy as they came | cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie.<|quote|>"Let's make him take off his coat and drink something."<... | Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten po... | at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?" "Absolutely. He's got a meeting in Camberwell. He may not eve... | I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brend... | would you?" Beaver hesitated. There would be several dinner parties that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if,... | would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. N... | A Handful Of Dust |
The two sisters were a little shy as they came downstairs, but Beaver was perfectly at his ease. He looked very elegant and rather more than his age. "Oh, he's not so bad, your Mr Beaver," Marjorie's look seemed to say, "not by any means," and he, seeing the two women together, who were both beautiful, though in a mann... | No speaker | his coat and drink something."<|quote|>The two sisters were a little shy as they came downstairs, but Beaver was perfectly at his ease. He looked very elegant and rather more than his age. "Oh, he's not so bad, your Mr Beaver," Marjorie's look seemed to say, "not by any means," and he, seeing the two women together, wh... | "Let's make him take off his coat and drink something."<|quote|>The two sisters were a little shy as they came downstairs, but Beaver was perfectly at his ease. He looked very elegant and rather more than his age. "Oh, he's not so bad, your Mr Beaver," Marjorie's look seemed to say, "not by any means," and he, seeing t... | a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's make him take off his coat and drink something."<|quote|>The two sisters were a little shy as they came do... | of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was... | came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?" "Absolutely. He's got a meeting in Camberwell. He may not even come to Polly's." "Is there _any_ man you can bring?"... | should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "... | that evening and he was almost certain to be invited to one or other of them... if he took Brenda out it would mean the Embassy or some smart restaurant... three pounds at least... and he would be responsible for her and have to see her home... and if, as she said, she really did not know many people nowadays (why inde... | When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." | Marjorie | Brenda asking her to dine.<|quote|>"Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing."</|quote|>"Give her my love," said | principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine.<|quote|>"Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing."</|quote|>"Give her my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet | though in a manner so different that, although it was apparent that they were sisters, they might have belonged each to a separate race, began to understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine.<|quote|>"Mrs Jimmy Deane's very ups... | shy as they came downstairs, but Beaver was perfectly at his ease. He looked very elegant and rather more than his age. "Oh, he's not so bad, your Mr Beaver," Marjorie's look seemed to say, "not by any means," and he, seeing the two women together, who were both beautiful, though in a manner so different that, although... | spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that... | rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round ... | have." "But we'll meet there." "Yes, if I go." "I wish I could have taken you." "It's quite all right... I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming."... | out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Give her my love," | John Beaver | away what you were doing."<|quote|>"Give her my love,"</|quote|>said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all | for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing."<|quote|>"Give her my love,"</|quote|>said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's." "I must | to a separate race, began to understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing."<|quote|>"Give her my love,"</|quote|>said... | his age. "Oh, he's not so bad, your Mr Beaver," Marjorie's look seemed to say, "not by any means," and he, seeing the two women together, who were both beautiful, though in a manner so different that, although it was apparent that they were sisters, they might have belonged each to a separate race, began to understand ... | had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properl... | head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." ... | I just wondered." The gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and... | having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and what things?" "Different kinds of nuts." For days to come the image of this hairy, mischievous Countess occupied John Andrew's mind. She became one of the inhabitants of his world, like Pe... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Beaver. | No speaker | doing." "Give her my love,"<|quote|>said Beaver.</|quote|>"Anyway we'll all meet at | give away what you were doing." "Give her my love,"<|quote|>said Beaver.</|quote|>"Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's." "I must go, we're | began to understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love,"<|quote|>said Beaver.</|quote|>"Anyway we'... | not so bad, your Mr Beaver," Marjorie's look seemed to say, "not by any means," and he, seeing the two women together, who were both beautiful, though in a manner so different that, although it was apparent that they were sisters, they might have belonged each to a separate race, began to understand what had perplexed ... | to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's ma... | tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda ... | gaiety with which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out... | head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's." | John Beaver | her my love," said Beaver.<|quote|>"Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's."</|quote|>"I must go, we're dining | what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver.<|quote|>"Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's."</|quote|>"I must go, we're dining at nine." "Stay a bit," | understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver.<|quote|>"Anyway we'll all meet at Pol... | bad, your Mr Beaver," Marjorie's look seemed to say, "not by any means," and he, seeing the two women together, who were both beautiful, though in a manner so different that, although it was apparent that they were sisters, they might have belonged each to a separate race, began to understand what had perplexed him all... | while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's make him tak... | nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at... | which they had bought the buns was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _shou... | only spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I must go, we're dining at nine." | Marjorie | we'll all meet at Polly's."<|quote|>"I must go, we're dining at nine."</|quote|>"Stay a bit," said Brenda. | my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's."<|quote|>"I must go, we're dining at nine."</|quote|>"Stay a bit," said Brenda. "She's sure to be late." | the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's."<|quote|>"I must go, we're dining at nin... | seemed to say, "not by any means," and he, seeing the two women together, who were both beautiful, though in a manner so different that, although it was apparent that they were sisters, they might have belonged each to a separate race, began to understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit ... | cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's make him take off his coat and drink something."... | things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed... | was all gone now. They were silent for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor bo... | For days to come the image of this hairy, mischievous Countess occupied John Andrew's mind. She became one of the inhabitants of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Stay a bit," | Brenda | go, we're dining at nine."<|quote|>"Stay a bit,"</|quote|>said Brenda. "She's sure to | meet at Polly's." "I must go, we're dining at nine."<|quote|>"Stay a bit,"</|quote|>said Brenda. "She's sure to be late." Now that it | and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's." "I must go, we're dining at nine."<|quote|>"Stay a bit,"</|quote|>said Brend... | and he, seeing the two women together, who were both beautiful, though in a manner so different that, although it was apparent that they were sisters, they might have belonged each to a separate race, began to understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed t... | his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's make him take off his coat and drink something." The two sisters were a little shy... | nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "L... | for a minute. Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might hav... | know," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a chequ... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Brenda. | No speaker | at nine." "Stay a bit,"<|quote|>said Brenda.</|quote|>"She's sure to be late." | "I must go, we're dining at nine." "Stay a bit,"<|quote|>said Brenda.</|quote|>"She's sure to be late." Now that it was inevitable, | had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's." "I must go, we're dining at nine." "Stay a bit,"<|quote|>said Brenda.</|quote|>"She's sure to ... | the two women together, who were both beautiful, though in a manner so different that, although it was apparent that they were sisters, they might have belonged each to a separate race, began to understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking... | had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's make him take off his coat and drink something." The two sisters were a little shy as they came... | Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "... | Then Beaver said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it bett... | live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together on the afternoon of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and w... | A Handful Of Dust |
"She's sure to be late." | Brenda | "Stay a bit," said Brenda.<|quote|>"She's sure to be late."</|quote|>Now that it was inevitable, | go, we're dining at nine." "Stay a bit," said Brenda.<|quote|>"She's sure to be late."</|quote|>Now that it was inevitable, she did not want to | to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's." "I must go, we're dining at nine." "Stay a bit," said Brenda.<|quote|>"She's sure to be late."</|quote|>Now th... | women together, who were both beautiful, though in a manner so different that, although it was apparent that they were sisters, they might have belonged each to a separate race, began to understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to ... | a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's make him take off his coat and drink something." The two sisters were a little shy as they came downstairs... | do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjor... | said, "Well, I think perhaps I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * *... | of Brenda's departure. "Daddy, what does Lady Cockpurse eat?" "Oh, nuts and things." "Nuts and what things?" "Different kinds of nuts." For days to come the image of this hairy, mischievous Countess occupied John Andrew's mind. She became one of the inhabitants of his world, like Peppermint, the mule who died of rum. W... | A Handful Of Dust |
Now that it was inevitable, she did not want to be left alone with Beaver. | No speaker | "She's sure to be late."<|quote|>Now that it was inevitable, she did not want to be left alone with Beaver.</|quote|>"No, I must go. Enjoy | "Stay a bit," said Brenda. "She's sure to be late."<|quote|>Now that it was inevitable, she did not want to be left alone with Beaver.</|quote|>"No, I must go. Enjoy yourselves, bless you both." She | dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's." "I must go, we're dining at nine." "Stay a bit," said Brenda. "She's sure to be late."<|quote|>Now that it was inevitable, she did not... | beautiful, though in a manner so different that, although it was apparent that they were sisters, they might have belonged each to a separate race, began to understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very ... | It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's make him take off his coat and drink something." The two sisters were a little shy as they came downstairs, but Beaver was perfectly at... | it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the ... | I'll leave you now." "Yes, run along. Thank you for coming." He went off down the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda no... | while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's make him tak... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No, I must go. Enjoy yourselves, bless you both." | Marjorie | be left alone with Beaver.<|quote|>"No, I must go. Enjoy yourselves, bless you both."</|quote|>She felt as though she | she did not want to be left alone with Beaver.<|quote|>"No, I must go. Enjoy yourselves, bless you both."</|quote|>She felt as though she were the elder sister, seeing | give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's." "I must go, we're dining at nine." "Stay a bit," said Brenda. "She's sure to be late." Now that it was inevitable, she did not want to be left alone with Beaver.<|quote|>"No, I must go. Enjoy yourselves, bless you both.... | sisters, they might have belonged each to a separate race, began to understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "G... | to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's make him take off his coat and drink something." The two sisters were a little shy as they came downstairs, but Beaver was perfectly at his ease. He looked very elegant and rather more than his age. "Oh, h... | she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you... | the platform. There were still eight minutes to go. The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread... | arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew pe... | A Handful Of Dust |
She felt as though she were the elder sister, seeing Brenda timid and expectant at the beginning of an adventure. They were awkward when Marjorie left, for in the week that they had been apart, each had, in thought, grown more intimate with the other than any actual occurrence warranted. Had Beaver been more experience... | No speaker | Enjoy yourselves, bless you both."<|quote|>She felt as though she were the elder sister, seeing Brenda timid and expectant at the beginning of an adventure. They were awkward when Marjorie left, for in the week that they had been apart, each had, in thought, grown more intimate with the other than any actual occurrence... | Beaver. "No, I must go. Enjoy yourselves, bless you both."<|quote|>She felt as though she were the elder sister, seeing Brenda timid and expectant at the beginning of an adventure. They were awkward when Marjorie left, for in the week that they had been apart, each had, in thought, grown more intimate with the other th... | love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's." "I must go, we're dining at nine." "Stay a bit," said Brenda. "She's sure to be late." Now that it was inevitable, she did not want to be left alone with Beaver. "No, I must go. Enjoy yourselves, bless you both."<|quote|>She felt as though she were the elder siste... | race, began to understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet... | was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's make him take off his coat and drink something." The two sisters were a little shy as they came downstairs, but Beaver was perfectly at his ease. He looked very elegant and rather more than his age. "Oh, he's not so bad, your Mr Beaver," Marjorie's l... | all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was rung up by the woman at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here, are you absolutely sure you can't make Allan come to-night?" "Absolutely. He's... | The carriage suddenly filled up and Brenda felt tired out. "Why _should_ he want to take me, poor boy?" she thought. "Only he might have done it better." * * * * * "Barnardo case?" Brenda nodded. "Down and out," she said, "sunk, right under." She sat nursing her bread and milk, stirring it listlessly. Every bit of her ... | Polly's." "Is there _any_ man you can bring?" "Can't think of anybody." "Well, we shall have to be one short, that's all. I can't think what's happened to-night. I rang up John Beaver but even _he_ won't come." ") "You know," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've tak... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I suppose we ought to be going too." | John Beaver | remarked in an easy manner,<|quote|>"I suppose we ought to be going too."</|quote|>"Yes, where?" "I thought Espinosa's." | away with it. Instead he remarked in an easy manner,<|quote|>"I suppose we ought to be going too."</|quote|>"Yes, where?" "I thought Espinosa's." "Yes, lovely. Only listen. I | the other than any actual occurrence warranted. Had Beaver been more experienced, he might have crossed to where Brenda was sitting on the arm of a chair, and made love to her at once; and probably he would have got away with it. Instead he remarked in an easy manner,<|quote|>"I suppose we ought to be going too."</|quo... | must go. Enjoy yourselves, bless you both." She felt as though she were the elder sister, seeing Brenda timid and expectant at the beginning of an adventure. They were awkward when Marjorie left, for in the week that they had been apart, each had, in thought, grown more intimate with the other than any actual occurrenc... | might have belonged each to a separate race, began to understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my lov... | think what's happened to-night. I rang up John Beaver but even _he_ won't come." ") "You know," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he... | to London. They're far too much for you." "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoug... | heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and lash round with her tail, and then I expect she'd catch some nice, big, juicy fleas and forget all about it." * * * * * Brenda was staying at Marjorie's for the night. She was dressed first and came into her sister's room. "Lovely, darling. New?" "Fairly." Marjorie was run... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, where?" | Brenda | ought to be going too."<|quote|>"Yes, where?"</|quote|>"I thought Espinosa's." "Yes, lovely. | easy manner, "I suppose we ought to be going too."<|quote|>"Yes, where?"</|quote|>"I thought Espinosa's." "Yes, lovely. Only listen. I want you | Beaver been more experienced, he might have crossed to where Brenda was sitting on the arm of a chair, and made love to her at once; and probably he would have got away with it. Instead he remarked in an easy manner, "I suppose we ought to be going too."<|quote|>"Yes, where?"</|quote|>"I thought Espinosa's." "Yes, love... | felt as though she were the elder sister, seeing Brenda timid and expectant at the beginning of an adventure. They were awkward when Marjorie left, for in the week that they had been apart, each had, in thought, grown more intimate with the other than any actual occurrence warranted. Had Beaver been more experienced, h... | began to understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Po... | Beaver but even _he_ won't come." ") "You know," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dr... | "Me? Oh, I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then the... | a separate race, began to understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I thought Espinosa's." | John Beaver | be going too." "Yes, where?"<|quote|>"I thought Espinosa's."</|quote|>"Yes, lovely. Only listen. I | "I suppose we ought to be going too." "Yes, where?"<|quote|>"I thought Espinosa's."</|quote|>"Yes, lovely. Only listen. I want you to understand right | more experienced, he might have crossed to where Brenda was sitting on the arm of a chair, and made love to her at once; and probably he would have got away with it. Instead he remarked in an easy manner, "I suppose we ought to be going too." "Yes, where?"<|quote|>"I thought Espinosa's."</|quote|>"Yes, lovely. Only lis... | though she were the elder sister, seeing Brenda timid and expectant at the beginning of an adventure. They were awkward when Marjorie left, for in the week that they had been apart, each had, in thought, grown more intimate with the other than any actual occurrence warranted. Had Beaver been more experienced, he might ... | understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's." "... | even _he_ won't come." ") "You know," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that... | I'm all right. Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avo... | who died of rum. When kindly people spoke to him in the village he would tell them about her and how she swung head down from a tree throwing nutshells at passers-by. "You mustn't say things like that about real people," said nanny. "Whatever would Lady Cockpurse do if she heard about it?" "She'd gibber and chatter and... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, lovely. Only listen. I want you to understand right away that it's _my_ dinner." | Brenda | "Yes, where?" "I thought Espinosa's."<|quote|>"Yes, lovely. Only listen. I want you to understand right away that it's _my_ dinner."</|quote|>"Of course not... nothing of | ought to be going too." "Yes, where?" "I thought Espinosa's."<|quote|>"Yes, lovely. Only listen. I want you to understand right away that it's _my_ dinner."</|quote|>"Of course not... nothing of the sort." "Yes it is. | might have crossed to where Brenda was sitting on the arm of a chair, and made love to her at once; and probably he would have got away with it. Instead he remarked in an easy manner, "I suppose we ought to be going too." "Yes, where?" "I thought Espinosa's."<|quote|>"Yes, lovely. Only listen. I want you to understand ... | the elder sister, seeing Brenda timid and expectant at the beginning of an adventure. They were awkward when Marjorie left, for in the week that they had been apart, each had, in thought, grown more intimate with the other than any actual occurrence warranted. Had Beaver been more experienced, he might have crossed to ... | perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's." "I must go, we're din... | come." ") "You know," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had... | Wish I was dead, that's all... and please, please, darling Tony, don't say anything about bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian ... | each to a separate race, began to understand what had perplexed him all the week; why, contrary to all habit and principle, he had telegraphed to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver. "An... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Of course not... nothing of the sort." | John Beaver | away that it's _my_ dinner."<|quote|>"Of course not... nothing of the sort."</|quote|>"Yes it is. I'm a | want you to understand right away that it's _my_ dinner."<|quote|>"Of course not... nothing of the sort."</|quote|>"Yes it is. I'm a year older than you and | made love to her at once; and probably he would have got away with it. Instead he remarked in an easy manner, "I suppose we ought to be going too." "Yes, where?" "I thought Espinosa's." "Yes, lovely. Only listen. I want you to understand right away that it's _my_ dinner."<|quote|>"Of course not... nothing of the sort."... | were awkward when Marjorie left, for in the week that they had been apart, each had, in thought, grown more intimate with the other than any actual occurrence warranted. Had Beaver been more experienced, he might have crossed to where Brenda was sitting on the arm of a chair, and made love to her at once; and probably ... | to Brenda asking her to dine. "Mrs Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's." "I must go, we're dining at nine." "Stay a bit," said Brenda. "She's sure to be late." Now that it was inevita... | of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was... | bed, because I can't move." * * * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr... | booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's make him take off his coat and drink something." The two sisters were a little shy as they came dow... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes it is. I'm a year older than you and an old married woman and quite rich, so, please, I'm going to pay." | Brenda | not... nothing of the sort."<|quote|>"Yes it is. I'm a year older than you and an old married woman and quite rich, so, please, I'm going to pay."</|quote|>Beaver continued protesting to the | it's _my_ dinner." "Of course not... nothing of the sort."<|quote|>"Yes it is. I'm a year older than you and an old married woman and quite rich, so, please, I'm going to pay."</|quote|>Beaver continued protesting to the taxi door. But there was | probably he would have got away with it. Instead he remarked in an easy manner, "I suppose we ought to be going too." "Yes, where?" "I thought Espinosa's." "Yes, lovely. Only listen. I want you to understand right away that it's _my_ dinner." "Of course not... nothing of the sort."<|quote|>"Yes it is. I'm a year older ... | the week that they had been apart, each had, in thought, grown more intimate with the other than any actual occurrence warranted. Had Beaver been more experienced, he might have crossed to where Brenda was sitting on the arm of a chair, and made love to her at once; and probably he would have got away with it. Instead ... | Jimmy Deane's very upset that she couldn't get you for to-night. I didn't give away what you were doing." "Give her my love," said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's." "I must go, we're dining at nine." "Stay a bit," said Brenda. "She's sure to be late." Now that it was inevitable, she did not want to be left al... | man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he ha... | * * * Next day a telegram came from Beaver. _Have got out of dinner 16th. Are you still free._ She replied: _Delighted. Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's ne... | self-approval; he had refused two invitations to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your... | A Handful Of Dust |
Beaver continued protesting to the taxi door. But there was still a constraint between them and Beaver began to wonder, "Does she expect me to pounce?" So, as they waited in a traffic block by the Marble Arch, he leaned forward to kiss her; when he was quite near, she drew back. He said, | No speaker | please, I'm going to pay."<|quote|>Beaver continued protesting to the taxi door. But there was still a constraint between them and Beaver began to wonder, "Does she expect me to pounce?" So, as they waited in a traffic block by the Marble Arch, he leaned forward to kiss her; when he was quite near, she drew back. He sa... | woman and quite rich, so, please, I'm going to pay."<|quote|>Beaver continued protesting to the taxi door. But there was still a constraint between them and Beaver began to wonder, "Does she expect me to pounce?" So, as they waited in a traffic block by the Marble Arch, he leaned forward to kiss her; when he was quite ... | "Yes, where?" "I thought Espinosa's." "Yes, lovely. Only listen. I want you to understand right away that it's _my_ dinner." "Of course not... nothing of the sort." "Yes it is. I'm a year older than you and an old married woman and quite rich, so, please, I'm going to pay."<|quote|>Beaver continued protesting to the ta... | Beaver been more experienced, he might have crossed to where Brenda was sitting on the arm of a chair, and made love to her at once; and probably he would have got away with it. Instead he remarked in an easy manner, "I suppose we ought to be going too." "Yes, where?" "I thought Espinosa's." "Yes, lovely. Only listen. ... | said Beaver. "Anyway we'll all meet at Polly's." "I must go, we're dining at nine." "Stay a bit," said Brenda. "She's sure to be late." Now that it was inevitable, she did not want to be left alone with Beaver. "No, I must go. Enjoy yourselves, bless you both." She felt as though she were the elder sister, seeing Brend... | to dinner while dressing that evening; he had cashed a cheque for ten pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's ma... | Second thoughts always best. Brenda._ Up till then they had avoided Christian names. "You seem in wonderful spirits to-day," Tony remarked. "I feel big. I think it's Mr Cruttwell. He puts all one's nerves right and one's circulation and everything." [III] "Where's mummy gone?" "London." "Why?" "Someone called Lady Cock... | booked a divan table at Espinosa's. It was almost the first time in his life that he had taken anyone out to dinner, but he knew perfectly well how it was done. "I must see your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's make him take off his coat and drink something." The two sisters were a little shy as they came dow... | A Handful Of Dust |
"_Please_, Brenda," | John Beaver | she drew back. He said,<|quote|>"_Please_, Brenda,"</|quote|>but she turned away and | when he was quite near, she drew back. He said,<|quote|>"_Please_, Brenda,"</|quote|>but she turned away and looked out of the window, | the taxi door. But there was still a constraint between them and Beaver began to wonder, "Does she expect me to pounce?" So, as they waited in a traffic block by the Marble Arch, he leaned forward to kiss her; when he was quite near, she drew back. He said,<|quote|>"_Please_, Brenda,"</|quote|>but she turned away and l... | Espinosa's." "Yes, lovely. Only listen. I want you to understand right away that it's _my_ dinner." "Of course not... nothing of the sort." "Yes it is. I'm a year older than you and an old married woman and quite rich, so, please, I'm going to pay." Beaver continued protesting to the taxi door. But there was still a co... | were the elder sister, seeing Brenda timid and expectant at the beginning of an adventure. They were awkward when Marjorie left, for in the week that they had been apart, each had, in thought, grown more intimate with the other than any actual occurrence warranted. Had Beaver been more experienced, he might have crosse... | your Mr Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's make him take off his coat and drink something." The two sisters were a little shy as they came downstairs, but Beaver was perfectly at his ease. He looked very elegant and rather more than his age. "Oh, he's not so bad, your Mr Beaver," Marjorie's look seemed to say, "no... | "Is she nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea t... | she were the elder sister, seeing Brenda timid and expectant at the beginning of an adventure. They were awkward when Marjorie left, for in the week that they had been apart, each had, in thought, grown more intimate with the other than any actual occurrence warranted. Had Beaver been more experienced, he might have cr... | A Handful Of Dust |
but she turned away and looked out of the window, shaking her head several times quickly. Then, her eyes still fixed on the window, she put out her hand to his and they sat in silence till they reached the restaurant. Beaver was thoroughly puzzled. Once they were in public again, his confidence returned. Espinosa led t... | No speaker | back. He said, "_Please_, Brenda,"<|quote|>but she turned away and looked out of the window, shaking her head several times quickly. Then, her eyes still fixed on the window, she put out her hand to his and they sat in silence till they reached the restaurant. Beaver was thoroughly puzzled. Once they were in public aga... | was quite near, she drew back. He said, "_Please_, Brenda,"<|quote|>but she turned away and looked out of the window, shaking her head several times quickly. Then, her eyes still fixed on the window, she put out her hand to his and they sat in silence till they reached the restaurant. Beaver was thoroughly puzzled. Onc... | door. But there was still a constraint between them and Beaver began to wonder, "Does she expect me to pounce?" So, as they waited in a traffic block by the Marble Arch, he leaned forward to kiss her; when he was quite near, she drew back. He said, "_Please_, Brenda,"<|quote|>but she turned away and looked out of the w... | lovely. Only listen. I want you to understand right away that it's _my_ dinner." "Of course not... nothing of the sort." "Yes it is. I'm a year older than you and an old married woman and quite rich, so, please, I'm going to pay." Beaver continued protesting to the taxi door. But there was still a constraint between th... | elder sister, seeing Brenda timid and expectant at the beginning of an adventure. They were awkward when Marjorie left, for in the week that they had been apart, each had, in thought, grown more intimate with the other than any actual occurrence warranted. Had Beaver been more experienced, he might have crossed to wher... | Beaver properly," said Marjorie. "Let's make him take off his coat and drink something." The two sisters were a little shy as they came downstairs, but Beaver was perfectly at his ease. He looked very elegant and rather more than his age. "Oh, he's not so bad, your Mr Beaver," Marjorie's look seemed to say, "not by any... | nice?" "Mummy thinks so. I don't." "Why?" "Because she looks like a monkey." "I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage? Has she got a tail? Ben saw a woman who looked like a fish, with scales all over instead of skin. It was in a circus in Cairo. Smelt like a fish too, Ben says." They were having tea together ... | I can't think what's happened to-night. I rang up John Beaver but even _he_ won't come." ") "You know," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing a great deal of trouble. You've taken London's only spare man." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quarter to nine in a state of high self-appr... | A Handful Of Dust |
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