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"You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." | Brenda | Brenda handed him the card.<|quote|>"You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein."</|quote|>The bill at Espinosa's was, | one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card.<|quote|>"You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein."</|quote|>The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the | restaurant. Beaver was thoroughly puzzled. Once they were in public again, his confidence returned. Espinosa led them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card.<|quote|>"You choose. Very l... | was quite near, she drew back. He said, "_Please_, Brenda," 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 w... | 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." "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 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 ... | 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 pas... | 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. I want you to understand right away that it's _my_ dinner." "Of course not... nothi... | A Handful Of Dust |
The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. | No speaker | only have starch, no protein."<|quote|>The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and la... | for me, but it must only have starch, no protein."<|quote|>The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted ... | Espinosa led them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein."<|quote|>The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roug... | 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 them to their table; ... | 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 them and Beaver began to ... | 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 dining at nine." "Stay a bit," ... | 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. "Whatever wou... | 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 he remarked in an easy manner, "I suppose we ought to be going ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before." | Brenda | of liqueur brandy for him.<|quote|>"You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before."</|quote|>They stayed at Espinosa's until | champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him.<|quote|>"You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before."</|quote|>They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go | was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him.<|quote|>"You can't thi... | their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate... | 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," but she turned away and looked out of the window, shaking her head several times quickly. Then, he... | 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 Brenda timid and expectant at the beginning of an adventure. They were awkward whe... | 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 first and came into her sister's roo... | 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 what... | A Handful Of Dust |
They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, | No speaker | I've never done it before."<|quote|>They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said,</|quote|>"I'm sor... | take a young man out. I've never done it before."<|quote|>They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver s... | now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before."<|quote|>They stayed at Esp... | at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver fel... | by the Marble Arch, he leaned forward to kiss her; when he was quite near, she drew back. He said, "_Please_, Brenda," 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... | 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 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 wit... | 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 at whose house she was dining. (" "Look here,... | 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 where Brenda was sitting on the arm of a chair, and made love to her at ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." | John Beaver | to say. Presently Beaver said,<|quote|>"I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now."</|quote|>"Eh?" He changed it and | there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said,<|quote|>"I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now."</|quote|>"Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when | before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said,<|quote|>"I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi ... | was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before." They stayed at Espinos... | 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 them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not over... | 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 he remarked in an easy manne... | 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... | 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 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; whe... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Eh?" | Brenda | in the taxi just now."<|quote|>"Eh?"</|quote|>He changed it and said, | sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now."<|quote|>"Eh?"</|quote|>He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I | to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now."<|quote|>"Eh?"</|quote|>He changed it and said, "Did you ... | ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but ... | reached the restaurant. Beaver was thoroughly puzzled. Once they were in public again, his confidence returned. Espinosa led them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Ve... | 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, "I suppose we ought to be going too." "Yes, where?" "I though... | 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 think what's happened to-night. I rang up John Beave... | 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 them and Beaver began to wonder, "Doe... | A Handful Of Dust |
He changed it and said, | No speaker | the taxi just now." "Eh?"<|quote|>He changed it and said,</|quote|>"Did you mind when I | I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?"<|quote|>He changed it and said,</|quote|>"Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just | the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?"<|quote|>He changed it and said,</|quote|>"Did you min... | anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of t... | the restaurant. Beaver was thoroughly puzzled. Once they were in public again, his confidence returned. Espinosa led them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very littl... | 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, "I suppose we ought to be going too." "Yes, where?" "I thought Esp... | 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 think what's happened to-night. I rang up John Beaver but ... | 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. "No, I must go. Enjoy yourselves, bless you both." She felt as though she were the elder sister... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" | John Beaver | He changed it and said,<|quote|>"Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?"</|quote|>"Me? No, not particularly." "Then | the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said,<|quote|>"Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?"</|quote|>"Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" | twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said,<|quote|>"Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?... | However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. The... | puzzled. Once they were in public again, his confidence returned. Espinosa led them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch... | 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. ... | 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 think what's happened to-night. I rang up John Beaver but even _he_ won't come." ") "Y... | reached the restaurant. Beaver was thoroughly puzzled. Once they were in public again, his confidence returned. Espinosa led them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Ve... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Me? No, not particularly." | Brenda | to kiss you just now?"<|quote|>"Me? No, not particularly."</|quote|>"Then why wouldn't you let | you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?"<|quote|>"Me? No, not particularly."</|quote|>"Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got | Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?"<|quote|>"Me? No, not particularly."</|quote|>"Then why wouldn't y... | brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge ... | led them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same what... | 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. I want you to understand right away that it's _my_ dinner." "Of cour... | 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," said Marjorie, putting down the telephone, "you're causing... | 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 Brenda timid and expectant... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Then why wouldn't you let me?" | John Beaver | now?" "Me? No, not particularly."<|quote|>"Then why wouldn't you let me?"</|quote|>"Oh dear, you've got a | tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly."<|quote|>"Then why wouldn't you let me?"</|quote|>"Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." "How d'you | other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly."<|quote|>"Then why wouldn't you let me?"</|quote|>"Oh dear, y... | can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a grea... | table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but ... | 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. I want you to understand right away that it's _my_ dinner." "Of course not... nothing o... | 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, "you're causing a great deal of troubl... | them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." | Brenda | why wouldn't you let me?"<|quote|>"Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn."</|quote|>"How d'you mean?" "You mustn't | "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?"<|quote|>"Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn."</|quote|>"How d'you mean?" "You mustn't ever ask questions like that. | knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?"<|quote|>"Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn."</|quote|>"How d'yo... | for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver... | itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know thi... | 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." "Of course not... nothing of the sort." "Yes it is. ... | _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 taken London's only spa... | 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 Brenda timid and expectant at the be... | A Handful Of Dust |
"How d'you mean?" | John Beaver | got a lot to learn."<|quote|>"How d'you mean?"</|quote|>"You mustn't ever ask questions | let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn."<|quote|>"How d'you mean?"</|quote|>"You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try | say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn."<|quote|>"How d'you mean?"</|quote|>"You mustn't ever ask questions ... | I've never done it before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass i... | only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood th... | 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." "Yes it is. I'm a year older than you and an old ... | 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." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Be... | 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. "No, I must go. Enjoy yourselves, bless you both." She felt as though she were the elder sister... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?" | Brenda | to learn." "How d'you mean?"<|quote|>"You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?"</|quote|>Then he was sulky. "You | dear, you've got a lot to learn." "How d'you mean?"<|quote|>"You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?"</|quote|>Then he was sulky. "You talk to me as if | said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." "How d'you mean?"<|quote|>"You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and rem... | it before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just ... | the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was pay... | 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." "Yes it is. I'm a year older than you and an old married woman a... | 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." "Oh dear, I didn't realize..." Beaver arrived at quar... | 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 them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only t... | A Handful Of Dust |
Then he was sulky. | No speaker | Will you try and remember?"<|quote|>Then he was sulky.</|quote|>"You talk to me as | ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?"<|quote|>Then he was sulky.</|quote|>"You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate | "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." "How d'you mean?" "You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?"<|quote|>Then he was sulky.</|quote|>"You talk to me a... | to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried... | the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expens... | 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." "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 p... | 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 had refused ... | 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 them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only t... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out." | John Beaver | remember?" Then he was sulky.<|quote|>"You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out."</|quote|>"Oh, is this a walk | that. Will you try and remember?" Then he was sulky.<|quote|>"You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out."</|quote|>"Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as | and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." "How d'you mean?" "You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?" Then he was sulky.<|quote|>"You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate h... | once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?... | Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insis... | 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." "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 th... | 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 had refused two invitations to dinner ... | 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 dining at nine." "Stay a bit," said Brenda. "She... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, is this a walk out?" | Brenda | having his first walk out."<|quote|>"Oh, is this a walk out?"</|quote|>"Not as far as I | if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out."<|quote|>"Oh, is this a walk out?"</|quote|>"Not as far as I am concerned." There was a | not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." "How d'you mean?" "You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?" Then he was sulky. "You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out."<|quote|>"Oh, is this a walk out?"</|quote|>"Not as... | in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got... | Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't ... | 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 them and Beaver began to wonder, "Doe... | 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 pounds at his club; he ha... | 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 them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Not as far as I am concerned." | John Beaver | is this a walk out?"<|quote|>"Not as far as I am concerned."</|quote|>There was a pause in | his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?"<|quote|>"Not as far as I am concerned."</|quote|>There was a pause in which Brenda said, "I am | let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." "How d'you mean?" "You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?" Then he was sulky. "You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?"<|quote|>"Not as far as I am concerned."</|quote|>There was a pause... | outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." "How d'... | the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to ... | 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 them and Beaver began to wonder, "Does she expect me to pounce?" So, as th... | 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 pounds at his club; he had booked a divan table at Espinosa's. I... | 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 them and Beaver began to wonder, "Does she expect me to pounce?" So, as they waited in ... | A Handful Of Dust |
There was a pause in which Brenda said, | No speaker | far as I am concerned."<|quote|>There was a pause in which Brenda said,</|quote|>"I am not sure it | a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned."<|quote|>There was a pause in which Brenda said,</|quote|>"I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking | lot to learn." "How d'you mean?" "You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?" Then he was sulky. "You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned."<|quote|>There was a pause in which Brenda said,</|quote|>"I am not... | great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." "How d'you mean?" "You mustn't ever ask questions lik... | would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done ... | 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 them and Beaver began to wonder, "Does she expect me to pounce?" So, as they waited in a traffic block by the Marble... | 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... | Once they were in public again, his confidence returned. Espinosa led them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no prot... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." | Brenda | pause in which Brenda said,<|quote|>"I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's."</|quote|>But they took ten minutes | am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said,<|quote|>"I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's."</|quote|>But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and | ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?" Then he was sulky. "You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said,<|quote|>"I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinne... | sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." "How d'you mean?" "You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?" Then he was... | now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before." They stayed at Espinosa's ... | 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 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... | 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 rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting ... | A Handful Of Dust |
But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. | No speaker | bill and go to Polly's."<|quote|>But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry.</|quote|>"You've got to _learn_ to | dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's."<|quote|>But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry.</|quote|>"You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. | undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's."<|quote|>But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time ... | kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." "How d'you mean?" "You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?" Then he was sulky. "You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk o... | a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistan... | 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," but she turned away and looked out of the window, shaking... | 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 take off his coat and drink somethi... | 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 he would have... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," | Brenda | he said he was sorry.<|quote|>"You've got to _learn_ to be nicer,"</|quote|>she said soberly. "I don't | had to say something, so he said he was sorry.<|quote|>"You've got to _learn_ to be nicer,"</|quote|>she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it impossible." | said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry.<|quote|>"You've got to _learn_ to be nicer,"</|quote|>she said soberly. "I do... | mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?" Then he was sulky. "You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinne... | before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now... | block by the Marble Arch, he leaned forward to kiss her; when he was quite near, she drew back. He said, "_Please_, Brenda," 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 r... | 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 his ease. He looked very elegant an... | only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood th... | A Handful Of Dust |
she said soberly. | No speaker | to _learn_ to be nicer,"<|quote|>she said soberly.</|quote|>"I don't believe you'd find | he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer,"<|quote|>she said soberly.</|quote|>"I don't believe you'd find it impossible." When the bill | been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer,"<|quote|>she said soberly.</|quote|>"I don't believe you'd find it impos... | you try and remember?" Then he was sulky. "You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's... | was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mi... | forward to kiss her; when he was quite near, she drew back. He said, "_Please_, Brenda," 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 th... | 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... | 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 where Brenda was s... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I don't believe you'd find it impossible." | Brenda | be nicer," she said soberly.<|quote|>"I don't believe you'd find it impossible."</|quote|>When the bill eventually came, | "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly.<|quote|>"I don't believe you'd find it impossible."</|quote|>When the bill eventually came, she said, "How much do | taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly.<|quote|>"I don't believe you'd find it impossible."</|quote|>When the... | remember?" Then he was sulky. "You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they ... | go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tr... | her; when he was quite near, she drew back. He said, "_Please_, Brenda," 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... | 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, he's not so bad,... | 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 them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of t... | A Handful Of Dust |
When the bill eventually came, she said, | No speaker | believe you'd find it impossible."<|quote|>When the bill eventually came, she said,</|quote|>"How much do I tip | she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it impossible."<|quote|>When the bill eventually came, she said,</|quote|>"How much do I tip him?" and Beaver showed her. | for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it impossible."<|quote|>When the bill eventually came, she said,</|quote|>"Ho... | to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and ... | twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? N... | drew back. He said, "_Please_, Brenda," 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,... | 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 look ... | 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 ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"How much do I tip him?" | Brenda | bill eventually came, she said,<|quote|>"How much do I tip him?"</|quote|>and Beaver showed her. "Are | find it impossible." When the bill eventually came, she said,<|quote|>"How much do I tip him?"</|quote|>and Beaver showed her. "Are you sure that's enough? I | But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it impossible." When the bill eventually came, she said,<|quote|>"How much do I tip him?"</|quote|>and Beaver ... | undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver a... | at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why woul... | 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 them ... | 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 means,... | drew back. He said, "_Please_, Brenda," 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,... | A Handful Of Dust |
and Beaver showed her. | No speaker | much do I tip him?"<|quote|>and Beaver showed her.</|quote|>"Are you sure that's enough? | eventually came, she said, "How much do I tip him?"<|quote|>and Beaver showed her.</|quote|>"Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice | bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it impossible." When the bill eventually came, she said, "How much do I tip him?"<|quote|>and Beaver showed her.</|quote|>"Are you sure tha... | "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said... | in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got... | 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 them to their table; it was the one ... | 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 means," and he, seeing the two women together, w... | overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much." | Brenda | him?" and Beaver showed her.<|quote|>"Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much."</|quote|>"It's exactly right," said Beaver, | "How much do I tip him?" and Beaver showed her.<|quote|>"Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much."</|quote|>"It's exactly right," said Beaver, feeling older again, just as | in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it impossible." When the bill eventually came, she said, "How much do I tip him?" and Beaver showed her.<|quote|>"Are you sure that's enough? I should have giv... | walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. ... | so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." ... | 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 them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right ... | 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 means," and he, seeing the two women together, who were both beaut... | Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party... | A Handful Of Dust |
"It's exactly right," | John Beaver | have given twice as much."<|quote|>"It's exactly right,"</|quote|>said Beaver, feeling older again, | sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much."<|quote|>"It's exactly right,"</|quote|>said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant | said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it impossible." When the bill eventually came, she said, "How much do I tip him?" and Beaver showed her. "Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much."<|quote|>"It's exactly right,"</|quote|>said Beav... | pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. ... | say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." "How d'you mean?" "You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will y... | 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 them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conve... | 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 it was appa... | 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 them to their ta... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they sat in the taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the lead. So he sat at a distance from her and commented on an old house that was being demolished to make way for a block... | No speaker | as much." "It's exactly right,"<|quote|>said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they sat in the taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the lead. So he sat at a distance from her and commented on an old house that was ... | I should have given twice as much." "It's exactly right,"<|quote|>said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they sat in the taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the lead. So he sat at a distance from her and commented... | sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it impossible." When the bill eventually came, she said, "How much do I tip him?" and Beaver showed her. "Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much." "It's exactly right,"<|quote|>said Beaver, feeling older aga... | Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. "I don't believ... | said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? No, not particularly." "Then why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." "How d'you mean?" "You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?" ... | 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 them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not ... | 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 it was apparent that they were s... | 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 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 ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Shut up," | Brenda | for a block of flats.<|quote|>"Shut up,"</|quote|>said Brenda. "Come here." When | being demolished to make way for a block of flats.<|quote|>"Shut up,"</|quote|>said Brenda. "Come here." When he had kissed her, she | taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the lead. So he sat at a distance from her and commented on an old house that was being demolished to make way for a block of flats.<|quote|>"Shut up,"</|quote|>said Brenda. "Come here." When he had kissed her, she ... | When the bill eventually came, she said, "How much do I tip him?" and Beaver showed her. "Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much." "It's exactly right," said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they sat in the taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to ... | to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and ... | for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champ... | 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... | was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go ... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Brenda. | No speaker | block of flats. "Shut up,"<|quote|>said Brenda.</|quote|>"Come here." When he had | to make way for a block of flats. "Shut up,"<|quote|>said Brenda.</|quote|>"Come here." When he had kissed her, she rubbed against | knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the lead. So he sat at a distance from her and commented on an old house that was being demolished to make way for a block of flats. "Shut up,"<|quote|>said Brenda.</|quote|>"Come here." When he had kissed her, she rubbed again... | bill eventually came, she said, "How much do I tip him?" and Beaver showed her. "Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much." "It's exactly right," said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they sat in the taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love... | as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in tha... | but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, an... | 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." "... | why wouldn't you let me?" "Oh dear, you've got a lot to learn." "How d'you mean?" "You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?" Then he was sulky. "You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Come here." | Brenda | flats. "Shut up," said Brenda.<|quote|>"Come here."</|quote|>When he had kissed her, | way for a block of flats. "Shut up," said Brenda.<|quote|>"Come here."</|quote|>When he had kissed her, she rubbed against his cheek | once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the lead. So he sat at a distance from her and commented on an old house that was being demolished to make way for a block of flats. "Shut up," said Brenda.<|quote|>"Come here."</|quote|>When he had kissed her, she rubbed against his c... | came, she said, "How much do I tip him?" and Beaver showed her. "Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much." "It's exactly right," said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they sat in the taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he ... | I was an undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time... | must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later... | 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." "I must go, we're... | her; when he was quite near, she drew back. He said, "_Please_, Brenda," 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... | A Handful Of Dust |
When he had kissed her, she rubbed against his cheek in the way she had. * * * * * Polly's party was exactly what she wished it to be, an accurate replica of all the best parties she had been to in the last year; the same band, the same supper and, above all, the same guests. Hers was not the ambition to create a sensa... | No speaker | up," said Brenda. "Come here."<|quote|>When he had kissed her, she rubbed against his cheek in the way she had. * * * * * Polly's party was exactly what she wished it to be, an accurate replica of all the best parties she had been to in the last year; the same band, the same supper and, above all, the same guests. Hers... | a block of flats. "Shut up," said Brenda. "Come here."<|quote|>When he had kissed her, she rubbed against his cheek in the way she had. * * * * * Polly's party was exactly what she wished it to be, an accurate replica of all the best parties she had been to in the last year; the same band, the same supper and, above al... | Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the lead. So he sat at a distance from her and commented on an old house that was being demolished to make way for a block of flats. "Shut up," said Brenda. "Come here."<|quote|>When he had kissed her, she rubbed against his cheek in the way she... | said, "How much do I tip him?" and Beaver showed her. "Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much." "It's exactly right," said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they sat in the taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it... | an undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beave... | have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon ... | 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 dining at nin... | Brenda would not know this, so, since it was now understood that she was paying, Beaver felt constrained from ordering anything that looked obviously expensive. However, she insisted on champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've neve... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," | Brenda | to go up, Brenda said,<|quote|>"You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody,"</|quote|>and Beaver again saw himself | her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said,<|quote|>"You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody,"</|quote|>and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They | been cautious of even so much presumption. People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said,<|quote|>"You're not to leave me, please.... | with them anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, there had been more formality. Those who wanted to bring friends had rung up in the morning and asked whether they might do so, and on the whole they had been cautious of even so much presumption. People w... | straight, smart party and she had got it. Practically everyone she asked had come. If there were other, more remote worlds upon which she did not impinge, Polly did not know about them. These were the people she was after, and here they were. And looking round on her guests, with Lord Cockpurse, who was for the evening... | When the bill eventually came, she said, "How much do I tip him?" and Beaver showed her. "Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much." "It's exactly right," said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they sat in the taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to ... | drew back. He said, "_Please_, Brenda," 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,... | again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they sat in the taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the lead. So he sat at a distance from her and commented on an old house that was being demolished to make way for a block of flats. "Shut up," said ... | A Handful Of Dust |
and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said | No speaker | not going to know anybody,"<|quote|>and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said</|quote|>"All right, I'll give you | to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody,"<|quote|>and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said</|quote|>"All right, I'll give you a res... | before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody,"<|quote|>and Beaver again saw himself as the dominan... | year, without any conscious effort on her part, there had been more formality. Those who wanted to bring friends had rung up in the morning and asked whether they might do so, and on the whole they had been cautious of even so much presumption. People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignoran... | had come. If there were other, more remote worlds upon which she did not impinge, Polly did not know about them. These were the people she was after, and here they were. And looking round on her guests, with Lord Cockpurse, who was for the evening loyally putting in one of his rare appearances, at her side, she was abl... | him?" and Beaver showed her. "Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much." "It's exactly right," said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they sat in the taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the le... | 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 them to their table; it was the ... | for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it impossible." When the bill eventually came, she said, "How much do I tip h... | A Handful Of Dust |
"All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left." | Brenda | hour and then she said<|quote|>"All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left."</|quote|>She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies | They danced for half an hour and then she said<|quote|>"All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left."</|quote|>She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old | to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said<|quote|>"All right, I'll give you a rest. Only d... | of even so much presumption. People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know... | Cockpurse, who was for the evening loyally putting in one of his rare appearances, at her side, she was able to congratulate herself that there were very few people present whom she did not want. In other years people had taken her hospitality more casually and brought on with them anyone with whom they happened to hav... | knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the lead. So he sat at a distance from her and commented on an old house that was being demolished to make way for a block of flats. "Shut up," said Brenda. "Come here." When he had kissed her, she rubbed against his cheek in t... | they were in public again, his confidence returned. Espinosa led them to their table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein."... | from her and commented on an old house that was being demolished to make way for a block of flats. "Shut up," said Brenda. "Come here." When he had kissed her, she rubbed against his cheek in the way she had. * * * * * Polly's party was exactly what she wished it to be, an accurate replica of all the best parties she h... | A Handful Of Dust |
She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alone in the bar. He had been there a long time, talking sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he told himself rather resentfully tha... | No speaker | don't let me get left."<|quote|>She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alone in the bar. He had been there a long time, talking sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he tol... | give you a rest. Only don't let me get left."<|quote|>She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alone in the bar. He had been there a long time, talking sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying ... | saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said "All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left."<|quote|>She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or t... | pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight ... | appearances, at her side, she was able to congratulate herself that there were very few people present whom she did not want. In other years people had taken her hospitality more casually and brought on with them anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, th... | he decided it was time she took the lead. So he sat at a distance from her and commented on an old house that was being demolished to make way for a block of flats. "Shut up," said Brenda. "Come here." When he had kissed her, she rubbed against his cheek in the way she had. * * * * * Polly's party was exactly what she ... | table; it was the one by itself on the right of the door, the only table in the restaurant at which one's conversation was not overheard. Brenda handed him the card. "You choose. Very little for me, but it must only have starch, no protein." The bill at Espinosa's was, as a rule, roughly the same whatever one ate, but ... | got a lot to learn." "How d'you mean?" "You mustn't ever ask questions like that. Will you try and remember?" Then he was sulky. "You talk to me as if I was an undergraduate having his first walk out." "Oh, is this a walk out?" "Not as far as I am concerned." There was a pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it ha... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Time for supper." | Brenda | out of temper and said,<|quote|>"Time for supper."</|quote|>It was early, and the | different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said,<|quote|>"Time for supper."</|quote|>It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except | came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he told himself rather resentfully that it was because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said,<|quote|>"Time for supper."</|quote|>It was early, and the table... | I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alone in the bar. He had been there a long time, talking sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the... | so much presumption. People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody... | band, the same supper and, above all, the same guests. Hers was not the ambition to create a sensation, to have the party talked about in months to come for any unusual feature, to hunt out shy celebrities or introduce exotic strangers. She wanted a perfectly straight, smart party and she had got it. Practically everyo... | champagne, and later a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other... | to in the last year; the same band, the same supper and, above all, the same guests. Hers was not the ambition to create a sensation, to have the party talked about in months to come for any unusual feature, to hunt out shy celebrities or introduce exotic strangers. She wanted a perfectly straight, smart party and she ... | A Handful Of Dust |
It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. | No speaker | and said, "Time for supper."<|quote|>It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there.</|quote|>"I don't propose to move | he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper."<|quote|>It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there.</|quote|>"I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you | out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he told himself rather resentfully that it was because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper."<|quote|>It was early, and the tables were mostly empty e... | a rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alone in the bar. He had been there a long time, talking sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and h... | People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again s... | supper and, above all, the same guests. Hers was not the ambition to create a sensation, to have the party talked about in months to come for any unusual feature, to hunt out shy celebrities or introduce exotic strangers. She wanted a perfectly straight, smart party and she had got it. Practically everyone she asked ha... | a ballon of liqueur brandy for him. "You can't think how exciting it is for me to take a young man out. I've never done it before." They stayed at Espinosa's until it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistan... | the way she had. * * * * * Polly's party was exactly what she wished it to be, an accurate replica of all the best parties she had been to in the last year; the same band, the same supper and, above all, the same guests. Hers was not the ambition to create a sensation, to have the party talked about in months to come f... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" | Brenda | at it; they sat there.<|quote|>"I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?"</|quote|>She wanted to make him | the windows, with no one at it; they sat there.<|quote|>"I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?"</|quote|>She wanted to make him feel important again, so she | party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there.<|quote|>"I don't propose to move for a long time... | the bar. He had been there a long time, talking sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he told himself rather resentfully that it was because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of tem... | of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour a... | out shy celebrities or introduce exotic strangers. She wanted a perfectly straight, smart party and she had got it. Practically everyone she asked had come. If there were other, more remote worlds upon which she did not impinge, Polly did not know about them. These were the people she was after, and here they were. And... | it was time to go to the party, dancing once or twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you... | rubbed against his cheek in the way she had. * * * * * Polly's party was exactly what she wished it to be, an accurate replica of all the best parties she had been to in the last year; the same band, the same supper and, above all, the same guests. Hers was not the ambition to create a sensation, to have the party talk... | A Handful Of Dust |
She wanted to make him feel important again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married wome... | No speaker | a long time, d'you mind?"<|quote|>She wanted to make him feel important again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men i... | don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?"<|quote|>She wanted to make him feel important again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before... | of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?"<|quote|>She wanted to make him feel important again... | to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he told himself rather resentfully that it was because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tab... | "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said "All right, I'll give you a rest. On... | straight, smart party and she had got it. Practically everyone she asked had come. If there were other, more remote worlds upon which she did not impinge, Polly did not know about them. These were the people she was after, and here they were. And looking round on her guests, with Lord Cockpurse, who was for the evening... | twice, but most of the time sitting at the table, talking. Their interest in each other had so far outdistanced their knowledge that there was a great deal to say. Presently Beaver said, "I'm sorry I was an ass in the taxi just now." "Eh?" He changed it and said, "Did you mind when I tried to kiss you just now?" "Me? N... | cheek in the way she had. * * * * * Polly's party was exactly what she wished it to be, an accurate replica of all the best parties she had been to in the last year; the same band, the same supper and, above all, the same guests. Hers was not the ambition to create a sensation, to have the party talked about in months ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Are you dying of it?" | Brenda | be seen at their table.<|quote|>"Are you dying of it?"</|quote|>she whispered. "No, indeed, never | that he was delighted to be seen at their table.<|quote|>"Are you dying of it?"</|quote|>she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's | the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table.<|quote|>"Are you dying of it?"</|quote|>she whispered. "No, i... | among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it ... | of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I do... | bring friends had rung up in the morning and asked whether they might do so, and on the whole they had been cautious of even so much presumption. People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other marr... | pause in which Brenda said, "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. ... | on with them anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, there had been more formality. Those who wanted to bring friends had rung up in the morning and asked whether they might do so, and on the whole they had been cautious of even so much presumption. Peopl... | A Handful Of Dust |
she whispered. | No speaker | "Are you dying of it?"<|quote|>she whispered.</|quote|>"No, indeed, never happier." "Well, | be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?"<|quote|>she whispered.</|quote|>"No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and | my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?"<|quote|>she whispered.</|quote|>"No, indeed, never happier." "Well, ... | live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her th... | come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move f... | in the morning and asked whether they might do so, and on the whole they had been cautious of even so much presumption. People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As... | "I am not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find ... | talking sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he told himself rather resentfully that it was because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No, indeed, never happier." | John Beaver | dying of it?" she whispered.<|quote|>"No, indeed, never happier."</|quote|>"Well, I am. Let's go | at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered.<|quote|>"No, indeed, never happier."</|quote|>"Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band | young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered.<|quote|>"No, indeed, never happier."</|quote|>"Well, I am. Le... | she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from B... | in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long t... | morning and asked whether they might do so, and on the whole they had been cautious of even so much presumption. People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they s... | not sure it hasn't been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it imp... | to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he told himself rather resentfully that it was because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tab... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, I am. Let's go and dance." | Brenda | whispered. "No, indeed, never happier."<|quote|>"Well, I am. Let's go and dance."</|quote|>But the band was taking | you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier."<|quote|>"Well, I am. Let's go and dance."</|quote|>But the band was taking a rest and there was | hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier."<|quote|>"Well, I am. Let's go and dance."</|quote|... | in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of ... | it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?"... | they might do so, and on the whole they had been cautious of even so much presumption. People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda sa... | been a mistake, taking you out to dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it impossible." When the ... | was because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat ... | A Handful Of Dust |
But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. | No speaker | am. Let's go and dance."<|quote|>But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation.</|quote|>"Oh dear," said Brenda, "now | indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance."<|quote|>But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation.</|quote|>"Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we... | her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance."<|quote|>But the band was taking a rest and there w... | marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of her... | he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make him feel important ag... | whole they had been cautious of even so much presumption. People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, ... | dinner. Let's ask for the bill and go to Polly's." But they took ten minutes to bring the bill, and in that time Beaver and Brenda had to say something, so he said he was sorry. "You've got to _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it impossible." When the bill eventually came, she said, "H... | hospitality more casually and brought on with them anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, there had been more formality. Those who wanted to bring friends had rung up in the morning and asked whether they might do so, and on the whole they had been cauti... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh dear," | Brenda | the walls, lost in conversation.<|quote|>"Oh dear,"</|quote|>said Brenda, "now we're done. | sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation.<|quote|>"Oh dear,"</|quote|>said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to | "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation.<|quote|>"Oh dear,"</|quote|>said Brenda, "n... | young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance.... | they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make him feel important again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marri... | other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They dance... | _learn_ to be nicer," she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it impossible." When the bill eventually came, she said, "How much do I tip him?" and Beaver showed her. "Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much." "It's exactly right," said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant h... | were very few people present whom she did not want. In other years people had taken her hospitality more casually and brought on with them anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, there had been more formality. Those who wanted to bring friends had rung up... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Brenda, | No speaker | lost in conversation. "Oh dear,"<|quote|>said Brenda,</|quote|>"now we're done. We can't | in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear,"<|quote|>said Brenda,</|quote|>"now we're done. We can't go back to the table... | never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear,"<|quote|>said Brenda,</|quote|>"now we're done... | must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the ... | there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make him feel important again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, befo... | women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an ... | be nicer," she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it impossible." When the bill eventually came, she said, "How much do I tip him?" and Beaver showed her. "Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much." "It's exactly right," said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel.... | I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alone in the bar. He had been there a long time, talking sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the... | A Handful Of Dust |
"now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." | Brenda | conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda,<|quote|>"now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home."</|quote|>"It's not two." "That's late | round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda,<|quote|>"now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home."</|quote|>"It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't | "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda,<|quote|>"now we're done. We can't go back to the... | hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was... | don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make him feel important again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's ... | her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and ... | she said soberly. "I don't believe you'd find it impossible." When the bill eventually came, she said, "How much do I tip him?" and Beaver showed her. "Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much." "It's exactly right," said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they ... | her hospitality more casually and brought on with them anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, there had been more formality. Those who wanted to bring friends had rung up in the morning and asked whether they might do so, and on the whole they had been c... | A Handful Of Dust |
"It's not two." | John Beaver | should have to go home."<|quote|>"It's not two."</|quote|>"That's late for me. Look | almost looks as though we should have to go home."<|quote|>"It's not two."</|quote|>"That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay | ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home."<|quote|>"It's not two."</|quote|>"Tha... | the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away fro... | him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. I... | anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said "All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-M... | tip him?" and Beaver showed her. "Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much." "It's exactly right," said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they sat in the taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took th... | half an hour and then she said "All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alone in the bar. He had been there a long time, talking sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but alwa... | A Handful Of Dust |
"That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." | Brenda | go home." "It's not two."<|quote|>"That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself."</|quote|>"Of course I'll come," said | though we should have to go home." "It's not two."<|quote|>"That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself."</|quote|>"Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, | earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two."<|quote|>"That's late for me. Look here, d... | people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and wer... | other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far t... | again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said "All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or thr... | Beaver showed her. "Are you sure that's enough? I should have given twice as much." "It's exactly right," said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they sat in the taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the lead. So he ... | different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Of course I'll come," | John Beaver | come. Stay and enjoy yourself."<|quote|>"Of course I'll come,"</|quote|>said Beaver. It was a | me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself."<|quote|>"Of course I'll come,"</|quote|>said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered | huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself."<|quote|>"Of course I'll come,"</|quote|>sai... | their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conver... | old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hati... | band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said "All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alone in... | as much." "It's exactly right," said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they sat in the taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the lead. So he sat at a distance from her and commented on an old house that was being de... | he told himself rather resentfully that it was because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table betwee... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. | No speaker | yourself." "Of course I'll come,"<|quote|>said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much.</|quote|>"There already?" They sat for | you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come,"<|quote|>said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much.</|quote|>"There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. | the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come,"<|quote|>said Beaver. It was a cold, clear nigh... | dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," sai... | she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occ... | not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said "All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alone in the bar. He had been th... | right," said Beaver, feeling older again, just as Brenda had meant him to feel. When they sat in the taxi Beaver knew at once that Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the lead. So he sat at a distance from her and commented on an old house that was being demolished to make way for... | not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said "All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't... | A Handful Of Dust |
"There already?" | John Beaver | They did not say much.<|quote|>"There already?"</|quote|>They sat for a few | round her in the taxi. They did not say much.<|quote|>"There already?"</|quote|>They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda | should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much.<|quote|>"There already?"</|quote|>They sat for a few seconds... | was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "Th... | thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, a... | you a rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alone in the bar. He had been there a long time, talking sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening a... | Brenda wished him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the lead. So he sat at a distance from her and commented on an old house that was being demolished to make way for a block of flats. "Shut up," said Brenda. "Come here." When he had kissed her, she rubbed against his cheek in the way she had. * ... | would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" Sh... | A Handful Of Dust |
They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. | No speaker | not say much. "There already?"<|quote|>They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out.</|quote|>"I am afraid I can't | in the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?"<|quote|>They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out.</|quote|>"I am afraid I can't ask you in for a | to go home." "It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?"<|quote|>They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then... | one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's la... | women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was del... | rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alone in the bar. He had been there a long time, talking sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he ... | him to make love to her. But he decided it was time she took the lead. So he sat at a distance from her and commented on an old house that was being demolished to make way for a block of flats. "Shut up," said Brenda. "Come here." When he had kissed her, she rubbed against his cheek in the way she had. * * * * * Polly'... | the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said "All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alon... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." | Brenda | free and Beaver got out.<|quote|>"I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything."</|quote|>"No, of course not." "Well, | without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out.<|quote|>"I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything."</|quote|>"No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank | and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out.<|quote|>"I am afraid I can't ask you in for a dri... | and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," sai... | far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered.... | old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alone in the bar. He had been there a long time, talking sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he told himself rather resentfully that it was because of Brenda; if he had come there in ... | So he sat at a distance from her and commented on an old house that was being demolished to make way for a block of flats. "Shut up," said Brenda. "Come here." When he had kissed her, she rubbed against his cheek in the way she had. * * * * * Polly's party was exactly what she wished it to be, an accurate replica of al... | with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. T... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No, of course not." | John Beaver | know where to find anything."<|quote|>"No, of course not."</|quote|>"Well, good night, my dear. | my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything."<|quote|>"No, of course not."</|quote|>"Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times | the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything."<|quote|>"No, of course not."</|quote|>"Well, good night, my dear.... | table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?" They ... | from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the b... | sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he told himself rather resentfully that it was because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, a... | flats. "Shut up," said Brenda. "Come here." When he had kissed her, she rubbed against his cheek in the way she had. * * * * * Polly's party was exactly what she wished it to be, an accurate replica of all the best parties she had been to in the last year; the same band, the same supper and, above all, the same guests.... | he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make him feel important ag... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." | Brenda | anything." "No, of course not."<|quote|>"Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening."</|quote|>"No, of course not," said | shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not."<|quote|>"Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening."</|quote|>"No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me | not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not."<|quote|>"Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times ... | as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds wit... | view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earn... | who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he told himself rather resentfully that it was because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly... | Brenda. "Come here." When he had kissed her, she rubbed against his cheek in the way she had. * * * * * Polly's party was exactly what she wished it to be, an accurate replica of all the best parties she had been to in the last year; the same band, the same supper and, above all, the same guests. Hers was not the ambit... | come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move f... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No, of course not," | John Beaver | I rather bitched your evening."<|quote|>"No, of course not,"</|quote|>said Beaver. "Will you ring | looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening."<|quote|>"No, of course not,"</|quote|>said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" | "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening."<|quote|>"No, of course not,"</|quote|>said Beaver. "Will you r... | and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You ... | be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, los... | resentfully that it was because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no ... | * * Polly's party was exactly what she wished it to be, an accurate replica of all the best parties she had been to in the last year; the same band, the same supper and, above all, the same guests. Hers was not the ambition to create a sensation, to have the party talked about in months to come for any unusual feature,... | They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said "All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver ag... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Beaver. | No speaker | evening." "No, of course not,"<|quote|>said Beaver.</|quote|>"Will you ring me in | afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not,"<|quote|>said Beaver.</|quote|>"Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched | can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not,"<|quote|>said Beaver.</|quote|>"Will you ring me in the m... | course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and... | table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation... | because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat ther... | was exactly what she wished it to be, an accurate replica of all the best parties she had been to in the last year; the same band, the same supper and, above all, the same guests. Hers was not the ambition to create a sensation, to have the party talked about in months to come for any unusual feature, to hunt out shy c... | she said "All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alone in the bar. He had been there a long time, talking sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" | Brenda | of course not," said Beaver.<|quote|>"Will you ring me in the morning... promise?"</|quote|>She touched her hand to | rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver.<|quote|>"Will you ring me in the morning... promise?"</|quote|>She touched her hand to her lips and then turned | you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver.<|quote|>"Will you ring me in the morning... promise?"... | come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't... | you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear,"... | Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't... | what she wished it to be, an accurate replica of all the best parties she had been to in the last year; the same band, the same supper and, above all, the same guests. Hers was not the ambition to create a sensation, to have the party talked about in months to come for any unusual feature, to hunt out shy celebrities o... | stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to g... | A Handful Of Dust |
She touched her hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard... | No speaker | me in the morning... promise?"<|quote|>She touched her hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to... | said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?"<|quote|>She touched her hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Su... | isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?"<|quote|>She touched her hand to her li... | night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of co... | never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go bac... | large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, ... | replica of all the best parties she had been to in the last year; the same band, the same supper and, above all, the same guests. Hers was not the ambition to create a sensation, to have the party talked about in months to come for any unusual feature, to hunt out shy celebrities or introduce exotic strangers. She want... | alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he told himself rather resentfully that it was because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" | Brenda | cold. It was Brenda's voice.<|quote|>"Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?"</|quote|>"No, it's on the ground | down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice.<|quote|>"Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?"</|quote|>"No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it | and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice.<|quote|>"Darling, I was just going to ring off. I ... | bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down ... | you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in fo... | table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda though... | upon which she did not impinge, Polly did not know about them. These were the people she was after, and here they were. And looking round on her guests, with Lord Cockpurse, who was for the evening loyally putting in one of his rare appearances, at her side, she was able to congratulate herself that there were very few... | dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round h... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No, it's on the ground floor." | John Beaver | telephone not by your bed?"<|quote|>"No, it's on the ground floor."</|quote|>"Oh dear, then it wasn't | back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?"<|quote|>"No, it's on the ground floor."</|quote|>"Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to | as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?"<|quote|>"No, it's on the ground floor."</|quote|>"Oh... | and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs... | arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear.... | of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends... | looking round on her guests, with Lord Cockpurse, who was for the evening loyally putting in one of his rare appearances, at her side, she was able to congratulate herself that there were very few people present whom she did not want. In other years people had taken her hospitality more casually and brought on with the... | was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make him feel important again... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" | Brenda | it's on the ground floor."<|quote|>"Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?"</|quote|>"Oh, I don't know. What | not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor."<|quote|>"Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?"</|quote|>"Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say | the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor."<|quote|>"Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea... | Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went ... | They did not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times... | died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable... | Lord Cockpurse, who was for the evening loyally putting in one of his rare appearances, at her side, she was able to congratulate herself that there were very few people present whom she did not want. In other years people had taken her hospitality more casually and brought on with them anyone with whom they happened t... | the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make him feel important again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, I don't know. What is it?" | John Beaver | to ring up, was it?"<|quote|>"Oh, I don't know. What is it?"</|quote|>"Just to say "good night"." | wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?"<|quote|>"Oh, I don't know. What is it?"</|quote|>"Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." | the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?"<|quote|>"Oh, I don't know. What is it?"</|quote|>"Just to say "good nig... | not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just goi... | moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of c... | whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their tab... | appearances, at her side, she was able to congratulate herself that there were very few people present whom she did not want. In other years people had taken her hospitality more casually and brought on with them anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, th... | it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?"... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Just to say "good night"." | Brenda | don't know. What is it?"<|quote|>"Just to say "good night"."</|quote|>"Oh, I see, well--good night." | up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?"<|quote|>"Just to say "good night"."</|quote|>"Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in | I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?"<|quote|>"Just to say "good night"."</|quote|>"Oh, I see, well--good night." "And y... | everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you ... | got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me i... | was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whi... | to congratulate herself that there were very few people present whom she did not want. In other years people had taken her hospitality more casually and brought on with them anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, there had been more formality. Those who ... | large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make him feel important again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, I see, well--good night." | John Beaver | "Just to say "good night"."<|quote|>"Oh, I see, well--good night."</|quote|>"And you'll ring me in | don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"."<|quote|>"Oh, I see, well--good night."</|quote|>"And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before | ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"."<|quote|>"Oh, I see, well--good night."</|quote|>"And you'll ring me in the... | settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's.... | I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promi... | table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, n... | were very few people present whom she did not want. In other years people had taken her hospitality more casually and brought on with them anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, there had been more formality. Those who wanted to bring friends had rung up... | him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. I... | A Handful Of Dust |
"And you'll ring me in the morning?" | Brenda | "Oh, I see, well--good night."<|quote|>"And you'll ring me in the morning?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Early, before you've made | "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night."<|quote|>"And you'll ring me in the morning?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good | must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night."<|quote|>"And you'll ring me in the morning?"</|quote|>"Yes." "Early... | he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by... | for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched he... | thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am... | whom she did not want. In other years people had taken her hospitality more casually and brought on with them anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, there had been more formality. Those who wanted to bring friends had rung up in the morning and asked whe... | "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes." | John Beaver | ring me in the morning?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Early, before you've made any | see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, | the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Early, before you've made any plans." "Y... | and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground flo... | my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips and then tu... | be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band ... | years people had taken her hospitality more casually and brought on with them anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, there had been more formality. Those who wanted to bring friends had rung up in the morning and asked whether they might do so, and on th... | talking sometimes to the couples who came in and out, but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he told himself rather resentfully that it was because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Early, before you've made any plans." | Brenda | me in the morning?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Early, before you've made any plans."</|quote|>"Yes." "Then good night, bless | well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Early, before you've made any plans."</|quote|>"Yes." "Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the | telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes."<|quote|>"Early, before you've made any plans."</|quote|>"Yes."... | went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor."... | house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips and then turne... | hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was... | people had taken her hospitality more casually and brought on with them anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, there had been more formality. Those who wanted to bring friends had rung up in the morning and asked whether they might do so, and on the whol... | again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Be... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes." | John Beaver | before you've made any plans."<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Then good night, bless you." | in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans."<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two | it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans."<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>"Then good night, bless you." Be... | he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn'... | to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitate... | to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no... | casually and brought on with them anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, there had been more formality. Those who wanted to bring friends had rung up in the morning and asked whether they might do so, and on the whole they had been cautious of even so mu... | never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go bac... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Then good night, bless you." | Brenda | you've made any plans." "Yes."<|quote|>"Then good night, bless you."</|quote|>Beaver went up the two | the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes."<|quote|>"Then good night, bless you."</|quote|>Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and | on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes."<|quote|>"Then good night, bless you."</|quote|>Beaver ... | was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a... | find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a... | her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no on... | and brought on with them anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, there had been more formality. Those who wanted to bring friends had rung up in the morning and asked whether they might do so, and on the whole they had been cautious of even so much presum... | these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest co... | A Handful Of Dust |
Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * * * | No speaker | "Then good night, bless you."<|quote|>Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * * *</|quote|>"...going away in the middle | you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you."<|quote|>Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * * *</|quote|>"...going away in the middle of the party." "I can't | dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you."<|quote|>Beaver went up the two flights of stairs a... | telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up,... | not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go ba... | of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the party, and that he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the e... | anyone with whom they happened to have been dining. This year, without any conscious effort on her part, there had been more formality. Those who wanted to bring friends had rung up in the morning and asked whether they might do so, and on the whole they had been cautious of even so much presumption. People who, only e... | but always ending up alone. He was not enjoying the evening and he told himself rather resentfully that it was because of Brenda; if he had come there in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for ear... | A Handful Of Dust |
"...going away in the middle of the party." | Marjorie | * * * * *<|quote|>"...going away in the middle of the party."</|quote|>"I can't tell you how | again, and got into bed. * * * * *<|quote|>"...going away in the middle of the party."</|quote|>"I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't | is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * * *<|quote|>"...going away in the middle of the party."</|quo... | voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And y... | rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settle... | he was delighted to be seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude ... | there had been more formality. Those who wanted to bring friends had rung up in the morning and asked whether they might do so, and on the whole they had been cautious of even so much presumption. People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stai... | much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking afte... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in." | Brenda | the middle of the party."<|quote|>"I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in."</|quote|>"No one is going to | * * "...going away in the middle of the party."<|quote|>"I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in."</|quote|>"No one is going to know that." "And he was | I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * * * "...going away in the middle of the party."<|quote|>"I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn... | off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Ear... | said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gar... | table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation... | to bring friends had rung up in the morning and asked whether they might do so, and on the whole they had been cautious of even so much presumption. People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other m... | Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not t... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No one is going to know that." | Marjorie | He didn't even come in."<|quote|>"No one is going to know that."</|quote|>"And he was furious when | you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in."<|quote|>"No one is going to know that."</|quote|>"And he was furious when I rang him up." "What | before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * * * "...going away in the middle of the party." "I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in."<|quote|>"No one is going to know that."</|quote|>"And he was furious... | not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless yo... | hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone r... | I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it al... | might do so, and on the whole they had been cautious of even so much presumption. People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "... | when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, f... | A Handful Of Dust |
"And he was furious when I rang him up." | Brenda | is going to know that."<|quote|>"And he was furious when I rang him up."</|quote|>"What does he think of | even come in." "No one is going to know that."<|quote|>"And he was furious when I rang him up."</|quote|>"What does he think of you?" "Simply can't make me | good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * * * "...going away in the middle of the party." "I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in." "No one is going to know that."<|quote|>"And he was furious when I rang him up."</|quote|>"What does he think of... | the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two flig... | to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his tel... | the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should ... | they had been cautious of even so much presumption. People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please... | here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't a... | A Handful Of Dust |
"What does he think of you?" | Marjorie | when I rang him up."<|quote|>"What does he think of you?"</|quote|>"Simply can't make me out | that." "And he was furious when I rang him up."<|quote|>"What does he think of you?"</|quote|>"Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and | flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * * * "...going away in the middle of the party." "I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in." "No one is going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up."<|quote|>"What does he think of you?"</|quote|>"Simply can't make me out at all... terr... | very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * *... | should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was... | no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's... | People who, only eighteen months before, would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again s... | other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far t... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits." | Brenda | does he think of you?"<|quote|>"Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits."</|quote|>"Are you going to go | I rang him up." "What does he think of you?"<|quote|>"Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits."</|quote|>"Are you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't | into bed. * * * * * "...going away in the middle of the party." "I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in." "No one is going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he think of you?"<|quote|>"Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits."</... | was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * * * "...going away in the mi... | but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I ... | the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't... | would have pretended to be ignorant of her existence were now crowding up her stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They wen... | a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Are you going to go on with it?" | Marjorie | and rather bored in bits."<|quote|>"Are you going to go on with it?"</|quote|>"I shouldn't know." The telephone | out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits."<|quote|>"Are you going to go on with it?"</|quote|>"I shouldn't know." The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him." But | party." "I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in." "No one is going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he think of you?" "Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits."<|quote|>"Are you going to go on with it?"</|quote|>"I shouldn't k... | "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * * * "...going away in the middle of the party." "I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't ... | settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's.... | huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was ... | stairs. She had got herself in line with the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to g... | not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for look... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I shouldn't know." | Brenda | to go on with it?"<|quote|>"I shouldn't know."</|quote|>The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's | in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?"<|quote|>"I shouldn't know."</|quote|>The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him." But it was not. | was. He didn't even come in." "No one is going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he think of you?" "Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?"<|quote|>"I shouldn't know."</|quote|>The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's ... | me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * * * "...going away in the middle of the party." "I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in." "No one is going to know that." "... | address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" ... | conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he p... | the other married women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They d... | decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was ... | A Handful Of Dust |
The telephone rang. | No speaker | with it?" "I shouldn't know."<|quote|>The telephone rang.</|quote|>"Perhaps that's him." But it | you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't know."<|quote|>The telephone rang.</|quote|>"Perhaps that's him." But it was not. Brenda had come | even come in." "No one is going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he think of you?" "Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't know."<|quote|>The telephone rang.</|quote|>"Perhaps that's him." But it wa... | morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * * * "...going away in the middle of the party." "I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in." "No one is going to know that." "And he was... | Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the g... | said Brenda, "now we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in t... | women of her world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an ... | asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Perhaps that's him." | Brenda | shouldn't know." The telephone rang.<|quote|>"Perhaps that's him."</|quote|>But it was not. Brenda | go on with it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang.<|quote|>"Perhaps that's him."</|quote|>But it was not. Brenda had come into Marjorie's room | "No one is going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he think of you?" "Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang.<|quote|>"Perhaps that's him."</|quote|>But it was not. Brenda h... | before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * * * "...going away in the middle of the party." "I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in." "No one is going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him ... | up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh ... | we're done. We can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did ... | world. As they started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then... | it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda,... | A Handful Of Dust |
But it was not. Brenda had come into Marjorie's room and they were having breakfast in bed. Marjorie was more than ever like an elder sister that morning. | No speaker | telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him."<|quote|>But it was not. Brenda had come into Marjorie's room and they were having breakfast in bed. Marjorie was more than ever like an elder sister that morning.</|quote|>"But, really, Brenda, he's such | it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him."<|quote|>But it was not. Brenda had come into Marjorie's room and they were having breakfast in bed. Marjorie was more than ever like an elder sister that morning.</|quote|>"But, really, Brenda, he's such a _dreary_ young man." "I | going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he think of you?" "Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him."<|quote|>But it was not. Brenda had come into Marjori... | any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * * * "...going away in the middle of the party." "I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in." "No one is going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he ... | Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then ... | can't go back to the table... it almost looks as though we should have to go home." "It's not two." "That's late for me. Look here, don't you come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. "... | started to go up, Brenda said, "You're not to leave me, please. I'm not going to know anybody," and Beaver again saw himself as the dominant male. They went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said "All ... | indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost in conversation. "Oh dear," said Brenda, "now we're done. We can'... | A Handful Of Dust |
"But, really, Brenda, he's such a _dreary_ young man." | Marjorie | an elder sister that morning.<|quote|>"But, really, Brenda, he's such a _dreary_ young man."</|quote|>"I know it all. He's | was more than ever like an elder sister that morning.<|quote|>"But, really, Brenda, he's such a _dreary_ young man."</|quote|>"I know it all. He's second rate and a snob | and rather bored in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him." But it was not. Brenda had come into Marjorie's room and they were having breakfast in bed. Marjorie was more than ever like an elder sister that morning.<|quote|>"But, really, Brenda, he's such a ... | in the middle of the party." "I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in." "No one is going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he think of you?" "Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn... | I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in ... | come. Stay and enjoy yourself." "Of course I'll come," said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a ... | went straight through to the band and began dancing, not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said "All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again u... | the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I know it all. He's second rate and a snob and, I should think, as cold as a fish, but I happen to have a fancy for him, that's all... besides I'm not sure he's _altogether_ awful... he's got that odious mother whom he adores... and he's always been very poor. I don't think he's had a fair deal. I heard all about it l... | Brenda | such a _dreary_ young man."<|quote|>"I know it all. He's second rate and a snob and, I should think, as cold as a fish, but I happen to have a fancy for him, that's all... besides I'm not sure he's _altogether_ awful... he's got that odious mother whom he adores... and he's always been very poor. I don't think he's had... | morning. "But, really, Brenda, he's such a _dreary_ young man."<|quote|>"I know it all. He's second rate and a snob and, I should think, as cold as a fish, but I happen to have a fancy for him, that's all... besides I'm not sure he's _altogether_ awful... he's got that odious mother whom he adores... and he's always be... | go on with it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him." But it was not. Brenda had come into Marjorie's room and they were having breakfast in bed. Marjorie was more than ever like an elder sister that morning. "But, really, Brenda, he's such a _dreary_ young man."<|quote|>"I know it all. He's sec... | you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in." "No one is going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he think of you?" "Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang. "Perhaps that... | you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you'... | said Beaver. It was a cold, clear night. Brenda shivered and he put his arm round her in the taxi. They did not say much. "There already?" They sat for a few seconds without moving. Then Brenda slipped free and Beaver got out. "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know w... | not talking much except to greet other couples whom they knew. They danced for half an hour and then she said "All right, I'll give you a rest. Only don't let me get left." She danced with Jock Grant-Menzies and two or three old friends and did not see Beaver again until she came on him alone in the bar. He had been th... | seen at their table. "Are you dying of it?" she whispered. "No, indeed, never happier." "Well, I am. Let's go and dance." But the band was taking a rest and there was no one in the ballroom except the earnest couples who had migrated there away from the crowd and were sitting huddled in solitude round the walls, lost i... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh dear, I see you're very serious." | Marjorie | That's part of his attraction."<|quote|>"Oh dear, I see you're very serious."</|quote|>The telephone rang. "Perhaps _that's_ | a whole lot of things. That's part of his attraction."<|quote|>"Oh dear, I see you're very serious."</|quote|>The telephone rang. "Perhaps _that's_ him." But a familiar voice | had a fair deal. I heard all about it last night. He got engaged once but they couldn't get married because of money and since then he's never had a proper affair with anyone decent... he's got to be taught a whole lot of things. That's part of his attraction."<|quote|>"Oh dear, I see you're very serious."</|quote|>The... | second rate and a snob and, I should think, as cold as a fish, but I happen to have a fancy for him, that's all... besides I'm not sure he's _altogether_ awful... he's got that odious mother whom he adores... and he's always been very poor. I don't think he's had a fair deal. I heard all about it last night. He got eng... | He didn't even come in." "No one is going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he think of you?" "Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him." But it was not. ... | morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he w... | in a large party it would have been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long t... | very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed. * * * *... | A Handful Of Dust |
The telephone rang. | No speaker | I see you're very serious."<|quote|>The telephone rang.</|quote|>"Perhaps _that's_ him." But a | of his attraction." "Oh dear, I see you're very serious."<|quote|>The telephone rang.</|quote|>"Perhaps _that's_ him." But a familiar voice rang out from | about it last night. He got engaged once but they couldn't get married because of money and since then he's never had a proper affair with anyone decent... he's got to be taught a whole lot of things. That's part of his attraction." "Oh dear, I see you're very serious."<|quote|>The telephone rang.</|quote|>"Perhaps _th... | should think, as cold as a fish, but I happen to have a fancy for him, that's all... besides I'm not sure he's _altogether_ awful... he's got that odious mother whom he adores... and he's always been very poor. I don't think he's had a fair deal. I heard all about it last night. He got engaged once but they couldn't ge... | is going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he think of you?" "Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him." But it was not. Brenda had come into Marjorie's r... | her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing d... | been different. Brenda saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to... | your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Perhaps _that's_ him." | Brenda | very serious." The telephone rang.<|quote|>"Perhaps _that's_ him."</|quote|>But a familiar voice rang | "Oh dear, I see you're very serious." The telephone rang.<|quote|>"Perhaps _that's_ him."</|quote|>But a familiar voice rang out from the instrument so | night. He got engaged once but they couldn't get married because of money and since then he's never had a proper affair with anyone decent... he's got to be taught a whole lot of things. That's part of his attraction." "Oh dear, I see you're very serious." The telephone rang.<|quote|>"Perhaps _that's_ him."</|quote|>Bu... | cold as a fish, but I happen to have a fancy for him, that's all... besides I'm not sure he's _altogether_ awful... he's got that odious mother whom he adores... and he's always been very poor. I don't think he's had a fair deal. I heard all about it last night. He got engaged once but they couldn't get married because... | know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he think of you?" "Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him." But it was not. Brenda had come into Marjorie's room and they... | then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It... | saw he was out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make him feel importan... | gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any pl... | A Handful Of Dust |
But a familiar voice rang out from the instrument so that Brenda could hear it, | No speaker | telephone rang. "Perhaps _that's_ him."<|quote|>But a familiar voice rang out from the instrument so that Brenda could hear it,</|quote|>"Good morning, darling, what's the | see you're very serious." The telephone rang. "Perhaps _that's_ him."<|quote|>But a familiar voice rang out from the instrument so that Brenda could hear it,</|quote|>"Good morning, darling, what's the dirt to-day?" "Oh, Polly, what | engaged once but they couldn't get married because of money and since then he's never had a proper affair with anyone decent... he's got to be taught a whole lot of things. That's part of his attraction." "Oh dear, I see you're very serious." The telephone rang. "Perhaps _that's_ him."<|quote|>But a familiar voice rang... | fish, but I happen to have a fancy for him, that's all... besides I'm not sure he's _altogether_ awful... he's got that odious mother whom he adores... and he's always been very poor. I don't think he's had a fair deal. I heard all about it last night. He got engaged once but they couldn't get married because of money ... | he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he think of you?" "Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him." But it was not. Brenda had come into Marjorie's room and they were having brea... | the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his teleph... | out of temper and said, "Time for supper." It was early, and the tables were mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make him feel important again, so... | into bed. * * * * * "...going away in the middle of the party." "I can't tell you how innocent it was. He didn't even come in." "No one is going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he think of you?" "Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits." "Are you ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Good morning, darling, what's the dirt to-day?" | Polly Cockpurse | that Brenda could hear it,<|quote|>"Good morning, darling, what's the dirt to-day?"</|quote|>"Oh, Polly, what a good | out from the instrument so that Brenda could hear it,<|quote|>"Good morning, darling, what's the dirt to-day?"</|quote|>"Oh, Polly, what a good party last night." "Not so | had a proper affair with anyone decent... he's got to be taught a whole lot of things. That's part of his attraction." "Oh dear, I see you're very serious." The telephone rang. "Perhaps _that's_ him." But a familiar voice rang out from the instrument so that Brenda could hear it,<|quote|>"Good morning, darling, what's ... | sure he's _altogether_ awful... he's got that odious mother whom he adores... and he's always been very poor. I don't think he's had a fair deal. I heard all about it last night. He got engaged once but they couldn't get married because of money and since then he's never had a proper affair with anyone decent... he's g... | can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him." But it was not. Brenda had come into Marjorie's room and they were having breakfast in bed. Marjorie was more than ever like an elder sister that morni... | decided not to. He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was ... | mostly empty except for earnest couples sitting alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make him feel important again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table fill... | even come in." "No one is going to know that." "And he was furious when I rang him up." "What does he think of you?" "Simply can't make me out at all... terribly puzzled, and rather bored in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him." But it was not. Brenda had... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, Polly, what a good party last night." | Marjorie | darling, what's the dirt to-day?"<|quote|>"Oh, Polly, what a good party last night."</|quote|>"Not so bad for the | could hear it, "Good morning, darling, what's the dirt to-day?"<|quote|>"Oh, Polly, what a good party last night."</|quote|>"Not so bad for the old girl, was it? I | he's got to be taught a whole lot of things. That's part of his attraction." "Oh dear, I see you're very serious." The telephone rang. "Perhaps _that's_ him." But a familiar voice rang out from the instrument so that Brenda could hear it, "Good morning, darling, what's the dirt to-day?"<|quote|>"Oh, Polly, what a good ... | odious mother whom he adores... and he's always been very poor. I don't think he's had a fair deal. I heard all about it last night. He got engaged once but they couldn't get married because of money and since then he's never had a proper affair with anyone decent... he's got to be taught a whole lot of things. That's ... | puzzled, and rather bored in bits." "Are you going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him." But it was not. Brenda had come into Marjorie's room and they were having breakfast in bed. Marjorie was more than ever like an elder sister that morning. "But, really, Brenda, he's such a... | and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought ... | alone. There was a large round table between the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make him feel important again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among wh... | "I am afraid I can't ask you in for a drink. You see it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the mor... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Not so bad for the old girl, was it? I say, what about your sister and Mr Beaver?" | Polly Cockpurse | a good party last night."<|quote|>"Not so bad for the old girl, was it? I say, what about your sister and Mr Beaver?"</|quote|>"What about them?" "How long | dirt to-day?" "Oh, Polly, what a good party last night."<|quote|>"Not so bad for the old girl, was it? I say, what about your sister and Mr Beaver?"</|quote|>"What about them?" "How long has _that_ been on?" "There's | of things. That's part of his attraction." "Oh dear, I see you're very serious." The telephone rang. "Perhaps _that's_ him." But a familiar voice rang out from the instrument so that Brenda could hear it, "Good morning, darling, what's the dirt to-day?" "Oh, Polly, what a good party last night."<|quote|>"Not so bad for... | been very poor. I don't think he's had a fair deal. I heard all about it last night. He got engaged once but they couldn't get married because of money and since then he's never had a proper affair with anyone decent... he's got to be taught a whole lot of things. That's part of his attraction." "Oh dear, I see you're ... | going to go on with it?" "I shouldn't know." The telephone rang. "Perhaps that's him." But it was not. Brenda had come into Marjorie's room and they were having breakfast in bed. Marjorie was more than ever like an elder sister that morning. "But, really, Brenda, he's such a _dreary_ young man." "I know it all. He's se... | by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telep... | the windows, with no one at it; they sat there. "I don't propose to move for a long time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make him feel important again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in ... | my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips and then tu... | A Handful Of Dust |
"What about them?" | Marjorie | your sister and Mr Beaver?"<|quote|>"What about them?"</|quote|>"How long has _that_ been | it? I say, what about your sister and Mr Beaver?"<|quote|>"What about them?"</|quote|>"How long has _that_ been on?" "There's nothing doing there, | _that's_ him." But a familiar voice rang out from the instrument so that Brenda could hear it, "Good morning, darling, what's the dirt to-day?" "Oh, Polly, what a good party last night." "Not so bad for the old girl, was it? I say, what about your sister and Mr Beaver?"<|quote|>"What about them?"</|quote|>"How long has... | He got engaged once but they couldn't get married because of money and since then he's never had a proper affair with anyone decent... he's got to be taught a whole lot of things. That's part of his attraction." "Oh dear, I see you're very serious." The telephone rang. "Perhaps _that's_ him." But a familiar voice rang ... | not. Brenda had come into Marjorie's room and they were having breakfast in bed. Marjorie was more than ever like an elder sister that morning. "But, really, Brenda, he's such a _dreary_ young man." "I know it all. He's second rate and a snob and, I should think, as cold as a fish, but I happen to have a fancy for him,... | was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a... | time, d'you mind?" She wanted to make him feel important again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thi... | it isn't my house and I shouldn't know where to find anything." "No, of course not." "Well, good night, my dear. Thank you a thousand times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips an... | A Handful Of Dust |
"How long has _that_ been on?" | Polly Cockpurse | Mr Beaver?" "What about them?"<|quote|>"How long has _that_ been on?"</|quote|>"There's nothing doing there, Polly." | what about your sister and Mr Beaver?" "What about them?"<|quote|>"How long has _that_ been on?"</|quote|>"There's nothing doing there, Polly." "Don't you tell me. They | a familiar voice rang out from the instrument so that Brenda could hear it, "Good morning, darling, what's the dirt to-day?" "Oh, Polly, what a good party last night." "Not so bad for the old girl, was it? I say, what about your sister and Mr Beaver?" "What about them?"<|quote|>"How long has _that_ been on?"</|quote|>"... | once but they couldn't get married because of money and since then he's never had a proper affair with anyone decent... he's got to be taught a whole lot of things. That's part of his attraction." "Oh dear, I see you're very serious." The telephone rang. "Perhaps _that's_ him." But a familiar voice rang out from the in... | come into Marjorie's room and they were having breakfast in bed. Marjorie was more than ever like an elder sister that morning. "But, really, Brenda, he's such a _dreary_ young man." "I know it all. He's second rate and a snob and, I should think, as cold as a fish, but I happen to have a fancy for him, that's all... b... | heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea t... | She wanted to make him feel important again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married wome... | Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the g... | A Handful Of Dust |
"There's nothing doing there, Polly." | Marjorie | long has _that_ been on?"<|quote|>"There's nothing doing there, Polly."</|quote|>"Don't you tell me. They | Beaver?" "What about them?" "How long has _that_ been on?"<|quote|>"There's nothing doing there, Polly."</|quote|>"Don't you tell me. They were well away last night. | the instrument so that Brenda could hear it, "Good morning, darling, what's the dirt to-day?" "Oh, Polly, what a good party last night." "Not so bad for the old girl, was it? I say, what about your sister and Mr Beaver?" "What about them?" "How long has _that_ been on?"<|quote|>"There's nothing doing there, Polly."</|q... | because of money and since then he's never had a proper affair with anyone decent... he's got to be taught a whole lot of things. That's part of his attraction." "Oh dear, I see you're very serious." The telephone rang. "Perhaps _that's_ him." But a familiar voice rang out from the instrument so that Brenda could hear ... | were having breakfast in bed. Marjorie was more than ever like an elder sister that morning. "But, really, Brenda, he's such a _dreary_ young man." "I know it all. He's second rate and a snob and, I should think, as cold as a fish, but I happen to have a fancy for him, that's all... besides I'm not sure he's _altogethe... | was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What... | important again, so she asked him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of wh... | ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Don't you tell me. They were well away last night. How's the boy managed it? That's what I want to know. He must have something we didn't know about..." | Polly Cockpurse | "There's nothing doing there, Polly."<|quote|>"Don't you tell me. They were well away last night. How's the boy managed it? That's what I want to know. He must have something we didn't know about..."</|quote|>"So Polly's on to your | long has _that_ been on?" "There's nothing doing there, Polly."<|quote|>"Don't you tell me. They were well away last night. How's the boy managed it? That's what I want to know. He must have something we didn't know about..."</|quote|>"So Polly's on to your story. She'll be telling everyone | could hear it, "Good morning, darling, what's the dirt to-day?" "Oh, Polly, what a good party last night." "Not so bad for the old girl, was it? I say, what about your sister and Mr Beaver?" "What about them?" "How long has _that_ been on?" "There's nothing doing there, Polly."<|quote|>"Don't you tell me. They were wel... | then he's never had a proper affair with anyone decent... he's got to be taught a whole lot of things. That's part of his attraction." "Oh dear, I see you're very serious." The telephone rang. "Perhaps _that's_ him." But a familiar voice rang out from the instrument so that Brenda could hear it, "Good morning, darling,... | Marjorie was more than ever like an elder sister that morning. "But, really, Brenda, he's such a _dreary_ young man." "I know it all. He's second rate and a snob and, I should think, as cold as a fish, but I happen to have a fancy for him, that's all... besides I'm not sure he's _altogether_ awful... he's got that odio... | down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good... | him about the other people in the room. Presently their table filled up. These were Brenda's old friends, among whom she used to live when she came out and in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. I... | times for looking after me. I'm afraid I rather bitched your evening." "No, of course not," said Beaver. "Will you ring me in the morning... promise?" She touched her hand to her lips and then turned to the keyhole. Beaver hesitated a minute whether he should go back to the party, but decided not to. He was near home, ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"So Polly's on to your story. She'll be telling everyone in London at this moment." | Marjorie | something we didn't know about..."<|quote|>"So Polly's on to your story. She'll be telling everyone in London at this moment."</|quote|>"How I wish there was | to know. He must have something we didn't know about..."<|quote|>"So Polly's on to your story. She'll be telling everyone in London at this moment."</|quote|>"How I wish there was anything to tell! The cub | what about your sister and Mr Beaver?" "What about them?" "How long has _that_ been on?" "There's nothing doing there, Polly." "Don't you tell me. They were well away last night. How's the boy managed it? That's what I want to know. He must have something we didn't know about..."<|quote|>"So Polly's on to your story. S... | you're very serious." The telephone rang. "Perhaps _that's_ him." But a familiar voice rang out from the instrument so that Brenda could hear it, "Good morning, darling, what's the dirt to-day?" "Oh, Polly, what a good party last night." "Not so bad for the old girl, was it? I say, what about your sister and Mr Beaver?... | snob and, I should think, as cold as a fish, but I happen to have a fancy for him, that's all... besides I'm not sure he's _altogether_ awful... he's got that odious mother whom he adores... and he's always been very poor. I don't think he's had a fair deal. I heard all about it last night. He got engaged once but they... | telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night... | in the first two years of her marriage, before Tony's father died; men in the early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of ... | He was near home, and everyone at Polly's would have settled down by now; so he gave his address in Sussex Gardens, and went up to bed. Just as he was undressed he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. It was his telephone. He went down, two flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ri... | A Handful Of Dust |
"How I wish there was anything to tell! The cub hasn't even rung me up... Well, I'll leave him in peace. If he doesn't do anything about me, I'll go down to Hetton this afternoon. Perhaps that's him." | Brenda | in London at this moment."<|quote|>"How I wish there was anything to tell! The cub hasn't even rung me up... Well, I'll leave him in peace. If he doesn't do anything about me, I'll go down to Hetton this afternoon. Perhaps that's him."</|quote|>But it was only Allan | story. She'll be telling everyone in London at this moment."<|quote|>"How I wish there was anything to tell! The cub hasn't even rung me up... Well, I'll leave him in peace. If he doesn't do anything about me, I'll go down to Hetton this afternoon. Perhaps that's him."</|quote|>But it was only Allan from the Conservati... | on?" "There's nothing doing there, Polly." "Don't you tell me. They were well away last night. How's the boy managed it? That's what I want to know. He must have something we didn't know about..." "So Polly's on to your story. She'll be telling everyone in London at this moment."<|quote|>"How I wish there was anything ... | from the instrument so that Brenda could hear it, "Good morning, darling, what's the dirt to-day?" "Oh, Polly, what a good party last night." "Not so bad for the old girl, was it? I say, what about your sister and Mr Beaver?" "What about them?" "How long has _that_ been on?" "There's nothing doing there, Polly." "Don't... | a fancy for him, that's all... besides I'm not sure he's _altogether_ awful... he's got that odious mother whom he adores... and he's always been very poor. I don't think he's had a fair deal. I heard all about it last night. He got engaged once but they couldn't get married because of money and since then he's never h... | wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." "Oh, I see, well--good night." "And you'll ring me in the morning?" "Yes." "Early, before you've made any plans." "Yes." "Then good night, bless you." Beaver went up the two flights of stairs again, and got into bed... | early thirties, married women of her own age, none of whom knew Beaver or liked him. It was by far the gayest table in the room. Brenda thought "How my poor young man must be hating this"; it did not occur to her that, from Beaver's point of view, these old friends of hers were quite the most desirable people at the pa... | flights in the cold. It was Brenda's voice. "Darling, I was just going to ring off. I thought you must have gone back to Polly's. Is the telephone not by your bed?" "No, it's on the ground floor." "Oh dear, then it wasn't a very good idea to ring up, was it?" "Oh, I don't know. What is it?" "Just to say "good night"." ... | A Handful Of Dust |
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