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"Oh well, the flat won't be long now." | Brenda | day and calling me Marjorie."<|quote|>"Oh well, the flat won't be long now."</|quote|>"And I shall go on | hanging about the house all day and calling me Marjorie."<|quote|>"Oh well, the flat won't be long now."</|quote|>"And I shall go on saying that I think you're | who was having her walls covered with chromium plating at immense expense. Meanwhile Brenda stayed with Marjorie, on terms which gradually became acrimonious. "I'm sorry to be pompous," she said one morning, "but I just don't want your Mr Beaver hanging about the house all day and calling me Marjorie."<|quote|>"Oh well... | a wireless set fitted in a case of Regency lacquer, all of which had been grouped in the shop for her as a "suggestion". Mrs Beaver bore Brenda no ill will for the modesty of her requirements; she was doing very well on the floor above with a Canadian lady who was having her walls covered with chromium plating at immen... | did not, however, require very great attention. There was only the colour of the paint to choose and some few articles of furniture. Mrs Beaver had them ready for her inspection, a bed, a carpet, a dressing table and chair--there was not room for more. Mrs Beaver tried to sell her a set of needlework pictures for the w... | when required, what d'you think of that?" "I see." "Now this is how I look at it. What's three pounds a week? Less than nine bob a night. Where could one stay for less than nine bob a night with all those advantages? You're always going to the club, and that costs more, and I can't stay often with Marjorie because it's... | the kettle yesterday and daddy and I saw a fox just as near as anything and he sat quite still and then went away into the wood and I began drawing a picture of a battle only I couldn't finish it because the paints weren't right and the grey carthorse the one that had worms is quite well again." "Nothing much has happe... | and a telephone. You see the difference? Now a woman I know--" "Who?" "Just a woman--has fixed up a whole house like that off Belgrave Square and they are three pounds a week, no rates and taxes, constant hot water and central heating, woman comes in to make the bed when required, what d'you think of that?" "I see." "N... | A Handful Of Dust |
"And I shall go on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake." | Marjorie | flat won't be long now."<|quote|>"And I shall go on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake."</|quote|>"It's just that you don't | me Marjorie." "Oh well, the flat won't be long now."<|quote|>"And I shall go on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake."</|quote|>"It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver." "It isn't | plating at immense expense. Meanwhile Brenda stayed with Marjorie, on terms which gradually became acrimonious. "I'm sorry to be pompous," she said one morning, "but I just don't want your Mr Beaver hanging about the house all day and calling me Marjorie." "Oh well, the flat won't be long now."<|quote|>"And I shall go ... | Regency lacquer, all of which had been grouped in the shop for her as a "suggestion". Mrs Beaver bore Brenda no ill will for the modesty of her requirements; she was doing very well on the floor above with a Canadian lady who was having her walls covered with chromium plating at immense expense. Meanwhile Brenda stayed... | was only the colour of the paint to choose and some few articles of furniture. Mrs Beaver had them ready for her inspection, a bed, a carpet, a dressing table and chair--there was not room for more. Mrs Beaver tried to sell her a set of needlework pictures for the walls, but these she refused, also an electric bed-warm... | see." "Now this is how I look at it. What's three pounds a week? Less than nine bob a night. Where could one stay for less than nine bob a night with all those advantages? You're always going to the club, and that costs more, and I can't stay often with Marjorie because it's hell for her having me, and anyway she's got... | a fox just as near as anything and he sat quite still and then went away into the wood and I began drawing a picture of a battle only I couldn't finish it because the paints weren't right and the grey carthorse the one that had worms is quite well again." "Nothing much has happened," said Tony. "We've missed you. What ... | great harm's done." Tony began to fill his pipe. Brenda knelt on the sofa, sitting back on her heels. "Listen, you haven't been brooding?" "No." "Because, you see, when you say 'flat' you're thinking of something quite different to me. _You_ mean by a flat, a lift and a man in uniform, and a big front door with knobs, ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver." | Brenda | you're making a ridiculous mistake."<|quote|>"It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver."</|quote|>"It isn't only that. I | on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake."<|quote|>"It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver."</|quote|>"It isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese on | acrimonious. "I'm sorry to be pompous," she said one morning, "but I just don't want your Mr Beaver hanging about the house all day and calling me Marjorie." "Oh well, the flat won't be long now." "And I shall go on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake."<|quote|>"It's just that you don't like Mr Beave... | a "suggestion". Mrs Beaver bore Brenda no ill will for the modesty of her requirements; she was doing very well on the floor above with a Canadian lady who was having her walls covered with chromium plating at immense expense. Meanwhile Brenda stayed with Marjorie, on terms which gradually became acrimonious. "I'm sorr... | furniture. Mrs Beaver had them ready for her inspection, a bed, a carpet, a dressing table and chair--there was not room for more. Mrs Beaver tried to sell her a set of needlework pictures for the walls, but these she refused, also an electric bed-warmer, a miniature weighing machine for the bathroom, a Frigidaire, an ... | Less than nine bob a night. Where could one stay for less than nine bob a night with all those advantages? You're always going to the club, and that costs more, and I can't stay often with Marjorie because it's hell for her having me, and anyway she's got that dog, and you're always saying when I come back in the eveni... | went away into the wood and I began drawing a picture of a battle only I couldn't finish it because the paints weren't right and the grey carthorse the one that had worms is quite well again." "Nothing much has happened," said Tony. "We've missed you. What did you find to do in London all this time?" "Me? Oh, I've been... | it," she said, clinching the matter. "I've been carrying on _anyhow_ this week." * * * * * Brenda's stay at Hetton lasted only for three nights. Then she returned to London, saying that she had to see about the flat. It did not, however, require very great attention. There was only the colour of the paint to choose and... | A Handful Of Dust |
"It isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese on Tony." | Marjorie | you don't like Mr Beaver."<|quote|>"It isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese on Tony."</|quote|>"Oh, Tony's all right." "And | ridiculous mistake." "It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver."<|quote|>"It isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese on Tony."</|quote|>"Oh, Tony's all right." "And if there's a row--" "There | one morning, "but I just don't want your Mr Beaver hanging about the house all day and calling me Marjorie." "Oh well, the flat won't be long now." "And I shall go on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake." "It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver."<|quote|>"It isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese... | will for the modesty of her requirements; she was doing very well on the floor above with a Canadian lady who was having her walls covered with chromium plating at immense expense. Meanwhile Brenda stayed with Marjorie, on terms which gradually became acrimonious. "I'm sorry to be pompous," she said one morning, "but I... | inspection, a bed, a carpet, a dressing table and chair--there was not room for more. Mrs Beaver tried to sell her a set of needlework pictures for the walls, but these she refused, also an electric bed-warmer, a miniature weighing machine for the bathroom, a Frigidaire, an antique grandfather clock, a backgammon set o... | one stay for less than nine bob a night with all those advantages? You're always going to the club, and that costs more, and I can't stay often with Marjorie because it's hell for her having me, and anyway she's got that dog, and you're always saying when I come back in the evenings after shopping," "Why didn't you sta... | drawing a picture of a battle only I couldn't finish it because the paints weren't right and the grey carthorse the one that had worms is quite well again." "Nothing much has happened," said Tony. "We've missed you. What did you find to do in London all this time?" "Me? Oh, I've been behaving rather badly to tell you t... | a man in uniform, and a big front door with knobs, and an entrance hall and doors opening in all directions, with kitchens and sculleries and dining-rooms and drawing-rooms and servants' bedrooms... don't you, Tony?" "More or less." "_Exactly._ Now _I_ mean just a bedroom and a bath and a telephone. You see the differe... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, Tony's all right." | Brenda | it's hard cheese on Tony."<|quote|>"Oh, Tony's all right."</|quote|>"And if there's a row--" | isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese on Tony."<|quote|>"Oh, Tony's all right."</|quote|>"And if there's a row--" "There won't be a row." | about the house all day and calling me Marjorie." "Oh well, the flat won't be long now." "And I shall go on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake." "It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver." "It isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese on Tony."<|quote|>"Oh, Tony's all right."</|quote|>"And if there's... | well on the floor above with a Canadian lady who was having her walls covered with chromium plating at immense expense. Meanwhile Brenda stayed with Marjorie, on terms which gradually became acrimonious. "I'm sorry to be pompous," she said one morning, "but I just don't want your Mr Beaver hanging about the house all d... | not room for more. Mrs Beaver tried to sell her a set of needlework pictures for the walls, but these she refused, also an electric bed-warmer, a miniature weighing machine for the bathroom, a Frigidaire, an antique grandfather clock, a backgammon set of looking-glass and synthetic ivory, a set of prettily bound French... | those advantages? You're always going to the club, and that costs more, and I can't stay often with Marjorie because it's hell for her having me, and anyway she's got that dog, and you're always saying when I come back in the evenings after shopping," "Why didn't you stay the night," "you say," "instead of killing your... | because the paints weren't right and the grey carthorse the one that had worms is quite well again." "Nothing much has happened," said Tony. "We've missed you. What did you find to do in London all this time?" "Me? Oh, I've been behaving rather badly to tell you the truth." "Buying things?" "Worse. I've been carrying o... | pounds a week, no rates and taxes, constant hot water and central heating, woman comes in to make the bed when required, what d'you think of that?" "I see." "Now this is how I look at it. What's three pounds a week? Less than nine bob a night. Where could one stay for less than nine bob a night with all those advantage... | A Handful Of Dust |
"And if there's a row--" | Marjorie | Tony." "Oh, Tony's all right."<|quote|>"And if there's a row--"</|quote|>"There won't be a row." | think it's hard cheese on Tony." "Oh, Tony's all right."<|quote|>"And if there's a row--"</|quote|>"There won't be a row." "You never know. If there | day and calling me Marjorie." "Oh well, the flat won't be long now." "And I shall go on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake." "It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver." "It isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese on Tony." "Oh, Tony's all right."<|quote|>"And if there's a row--"</|quote|>"There won... | above with a Canadian lady who was having her walls covered with chromium plating at immense expense. Meanwhile Brenda stayed with Marjorie, on terms which gradually became acrimonious. "I'm sorry to be pompous," she said one morning, "but I just don't want your Mr Beaver hanging about the house all day and calling me ... | Mrs Beaver tried to sell her a set of needlework pictures for the walls, but these she refused, also an electric bed-warmer, a miniature weighing machine for the bathroom, a Frigidaire, an antique grandfather clock, a backgammon set of looking-glass and synthetic ivory, a set of prettily bound French eighteenth-century... | going to the club, and that costs more, and I can't stay often with Marjorie because it's hell for her having me, and anyway she's got that dog, and you're always saying when I come back in the evenings after shopping," "Why didn't you stay the night," "you say," "instead of killing yourself?" "Time and again you say i... | right and the grey carthorse the one that had worms is quite well again." "Nothing much has happened," said Tony. "We've missed you. What did you find to do in London all this time?" "Me? Oh, I've been behaving rather badly to tell you the truth." "Buying things?" "Worse. I've been carrying on madly with young men and ... | of furniture. Mrs Beaver had them ready for her inspection, a bed, a carpet, a dressing table and chair--there was not room for more. Mrs Beaver tried to sell her a set of needlework pictures for the walls, but these she refused, also an electric bed-warmer, a miniature weighing machine for the bathroom, a Frigidaire, ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"There won't be a row." | Brenda | "And if there's a row--"<|quote|>"There won't be a row."</|quote|>"You never know. If there | Tony." "Oh, Tony's all right." "And if there's a row--"<|quote|>"There won't be a row."</|quote|>"You never know. If there is, I don't want Allan | "Oh well, the flat won't be long now." "And I shall go on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake." "It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver." "It isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese on Tony." "Oh, Tony's all right." "And if there's a row--"<|quote|>"There won't be a row."</|quote|>"You never know.... | who was having her walls covered with chromium plating at immense expense. Meanwhile Brenda stayed with Marjorie, on terms which gradually became acrimonious. "I'm sorry to be pompous," she said one morning, "but I just don't want your Mr Beaver hanging about the house all day and calling me Marjorie." "Oh well, the fl... | her a set of needlework pictures for the walls, but these she refused, also an electric bed-warmer, a miniature weighing machine for the bathroom, a Frigidaire, an antique grandfather clock, a backgammon set of looking-glass and synthetic ivory, a set of prettily bound French eighteenth-century poets, a massage apparat... | that costs more, and I can't stay often with Marjorie because it's hell for her having me, and anyway she's got that dog, and you're always saying when I come back in the evenings after shopping," "Why didn't you stay the night," "you say," "instead of killing yourself?" "Time and again you say it. I'm sure we spend mu... | the one that had worms is quite well again." "Nothing much has happened," said Tony. "We've missed you. What did you find to do in London all this time?" "Me? Oh, I've been behaving rather badly to tell you the truth." "Buying things?" "Worse. I've been carrying on madly with young men and I've spent heaps of money and... | the flat. It did not, however, require very great attention. There was only the colour of the paint to choose and some few articles of furniture. Mrs Beaver had them ready for her inspection, a bed, a carpet, a dressing table and chair--there was not room for more. Mrs Beaver tried to sell her a set of needlework pictu... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You never know. If there is, I don't want Allan to think I've been helping to arrange things." | Marjorie | "There won't be a row."<|quote|>"You never know. If there is, I don't want Allan to think I've been helping to arrange things."</|quote|>"I wasn't so disagreeable to | "And if there's a row--" "There won't be a row."<|quote|>"You never know. If there is, I don't want Allan to think I've been helping to arrange things."</|quote|>"I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Beaseley." "There | be long now." "And I shall go on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake." "It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver." "It isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese on Tony." "Oh, Tony's all right." "And if there's a row--" "There won't be a row."<|quote|>"You never know. If there is, I don't want Allan t... | covered with chromium plating at immense expense. Meanwhile Brenda stayed with Marjorie, on terms which gradually became acrimonious. "I'm sorry to be pompous," she said one morning, "but I just don't want your Mr Beaver hanging about the house all day and calling me Marjorie." "Oh well, the flat won't be long now." "A... | pictures for the walls, but these she refused, also an electric bed-warmer, a miniature weighing machine for the bathroom, a Frigidaire, an antique grandfather clock, a backgammon set of looking-glass and synthetic ivory, a set of prettily bound French eighteenth-century poets, a massage apparatus, and a wireless set f... | can't stay often with Marjorie because it's hell for her having me, and anyway she's got that dog, and you're always saying when I come back in the evenings after shopping," "Why didn't you stay the night," "you say," "instead of killing yourself?" "Time and again you say it. I'm sure we spend much more than three poun... | is quite well again." "Nothing much has happened," said Tony. "We've missed you. What did you find to do in London all this time?" "Me? Oh, I've been behaving rather badly to tell you the truth." "Buying things?" "Worse. I've been carrying on madly with young men and I've spent heaps of money and I've enjoyed it very m... | his pipe. Brenda knelt on the sofa, sitting back on her heels. "Listen, you haven't been brooding?" "No." "Because, you see, when you say 'flat' you're thinking of something quite different to me. _You_ mean by a flat, a lift and a man in uniform, and a big front door with knobs, and an entrance hall and doors opening ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Beaseley." | Brenda | been helping to arrange things."<|quote|>"I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Beaseley."</|quote|>"There was never much in | want Allan to think I've been helping to arrange things."<|quote|>"I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Beaseley."</|quote|>"There was never much in that," said Marjorie. But with | just that you don't like Mr Beaver." "It isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese on Tony." "Oh, Tony's all right." "And if there's a row--" "There won't be a row." "You never know. If there is, I don't want Allan to think I've been helping to arrange things."<|quote|>"I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Bease... | "I'm sorry to be pompous," she said one morning, "but I just don't want your Mr Beaver hanging about the house all day and calling me Marjorie." "Oh well, the flat won't be long now." "And I shall go on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake." "It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver." "It isn't only th... | bathroom, a Frigidaire, an antique grandfather clock, a backgammon set of looking-glass and synthetic ivory, a set of prettily bound French eighteenth-century poets, a massage apparatus, and a wireless set fitted in a case of Regency lacquer, all of which had been grouped in the shop for her as a "suggestion". Mrs Beav... | and you're always saying when I come back in the evenings after shopping," "Why didn't you stay the night," "you say," "instead of killing yourself?" "Time and again you say it. I'm sure we spend much more than three pounds a week through not having a flat. Tell you what, I'll give up Mr Cruttwell. How's that?" "D'you ... | do in London all this time?" "Me? Oh, I've been behaving rather badly to tell you the truth." "Buying things?" "Worse. I've been carrying on madly with young men and I've spent heaps of money and I've enjoyed it very much indeed. But there's one awful thing." "What's that?" "No, I think it had better keep. It's somethi... | an electric bed-warmer, a miniature weighing machine for the bathroom, a Frigidaire, an antique grandfather clock, a backgammon set of looking-glass and synthetic ivory, a set of prettily bound French eighteenth-century poets, a massage apparatus, and a wireless set fitted in a case of Regency lacquer, all of which had... | A Handful Of Dust |
"There was never much in that," | Marjorie | to you about Robin Beaseley."<|quote|>"There was never much in that,"</|quote|>said Marjorie. But with the | things." "I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Beaseley."<|quote|>"There was never much in that,"</|quote|>said Marjorie. But with the exception of her sister's, opinion | only that. I think it's hard cheese on Tony." "Oh, Tony's all right." "And if there's a row--" "There won't be a row." "You never know. If there is, I don't want Allan to think I've been helping to arrange things." "I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Beaseley."<|quote|>"There was never much in that,"</|quote|>... | "but I just don't want your Mr Beaver hanging about the house all day and calling me Marjorie." "Oh well, the flat won't be long now." "And I shall go on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake." "It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver." "It isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese on Tony." "Oh, Tony'... | set of looking-glass and synthetic ivory, a set of prettily bound French eighteenth-century poets, a massage apparatus, and a wireless set fitted in a case of Regency lacquer, all of which had been grouped in the shop for her as a "suggestion". Mrs Beaver bore Brenda no ill will for the modesty of her requirements; she... | the evenings after shopping," "Why didn't you stay the night," "you say," "instead of killing yourself?" "Time and again you say it. I'm sure we spend much more than three pounds a week through not having a flat. Tell you what, I'll give up Mr Cruttwell. How's that?" "D'you really want this thing?" "Mmm." "Well, I'll h... | been behaving rather badly to tell you the truth." "Buying things?" "Worse. I've been carrying on madly with young men and I've spent heaps of money and I've enjoyed it very much indeed. But there's one awful thing." "What's that?" "No, I think it had better keep. It's something you won't like at all." "You've bought a... | to make the bed when required, what d'you think of that?" "I see." "Now this is how I look at it. What's three pounds a week? Less than nine bob a night. Where could one stay for less than nine bob a night with all those advantages? You're always going to the club, and that costs more, and I can't stay often with Marjo... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Marjorie. But with the exception of her sister's, opinion was greatly in favour of Brenda's adventure. The morning telephone buzzed with news of her; even people with whom she had the barest acquaintance were delighted to relate that they had seen her and Beaver the evening before at a restaurant or cinema. It had... | No speaker | was never much in that,"<|quote|>said Marjorie. But with the exception of her sister's, opinion was greatly in favour of Brenda's adventure. The morning telephone buzzed with news of her; even people with whom she had the barest acquaintance were delighted to relate that they had seen her and Beaver the evening before ... | you about Robin Beaseley." "There was never much in that,"<|quote|>said Marjorie. But with the exception of her sister's, opinion was greatly in favour of Brenda's adventure. The morning telephone buzzed with news of her; even people with whom she had the barest acquaintance were delighted to relate that they had seen ... | cheese on Tony." "Oh, Tony's all right." "And if there's a row--" "There won't be a row." "You never know. If there is, I don't want Allan to think I've been helping to arrange things." "I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Beaseley." "There was never much in that,"<|quote|>said Marjorie. But with the exception ... | Mr Beaver hanging about the house all day and calling me Marjorie." "Oh well, the flat won't be long now." "And I shall go on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake." "It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver." "It isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese on Tony." "Oh, Tony's all right." "And if there'... | a set of prettily bound French eighteenth-century poets, a massage apparatus, and a wireless set fitted in a case of Regency lacquer, all of which had been grouped in the shop for her as a "suggestion". Mrs Beaver bore Brenda no ill will for the modesty of her requirements; she was doing very well on the floor above wi... | you stay the night," "you say," "instead of killing yourself?" "Time and again you say it. I'm sure we spend much more than three pounds a week through not having a flat. Tell you what, I'll give up Mr Cruttwell. How's that?" "D'you really want this thing?" "Mmm." "Well, I'll have to see. We _might_ manage it, but it'l... | you the truth." "Buying things?" "Worse. I've been carrying on madly with young men and I've spent heaps of money and I've enjoyed it very much indeed. But there's one awful thing." "What's that?" "No, I think it had better keep. It's something you won't like at all." "You've bought a Pekingese." "Worse, far worse. Onl... | set of needlework pictures for the walls, but these she refused, also an electric bed-warmer, a miniature weighing machine for the bathroom, a Frigidaire, an antique grandfather clock, a backgammon set of looking-glass and synthetic ivory, a set of prettily bound French eighteenth-century poets, a massage apparatus, an... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Of course the subject has not been mentioned between John and myself, but if what I hear is true, I think it will do the boy a world of good. Of course he's always been very much in demand and had a great number of friends, but _that isn't the same thing_. I've felt for a long time a Lack of Something in him, and I th... | Mrs. Beaver | no bones about her delight.<|quote|>"Of course the subject has not been mentioned between John and myself, but if what I hear is true, I think it will do the boy a world of good. Of course he's always been very much in demand and had a great number of friends, but _that isn't the same thing_. I've felt for a long time ... | of gossips. Mrs Beaver made no bones about her delight.<|quote|>"Of course the subject has not been mentioned between John and myself, but if what I hear is true, I think it will do the boy a world of good. Of course he's always been very much in demand and had a great number of friends, but _that isn't the same thing_... | a crack one time or another, it would have been thrilling no doubt, but straightforward, drawing-room comedy. The choice of Beaver raised the whole escapade into a realm of poetry for Polly and Daisy and Angela and all the gang of gossips. Mrs Beaver made no bones about her delight.<|quote|>"Of course the subject has n... | they had all known and despised, suddenly caught up to her among the luminous clouds of deity. If, after seven years looking neither to right or left, she had at last broken away with Jock Grant-Menzies or Robin Beaseley or any other young buck with whom nearly everyone had had a crack one time or another, it would hav... | the most obvious people had parted or come together, and Brenda was filling a want long felt by those whose simple, vicarious pleasure it was to discuss the subject in bed over the telephone. For them her circumstances shed peculiar glamour; for five years she had been a legendary, almost ghostly name, the imprisoned p... | her walls covered with chromium plating at immense expense. Meanwhile Brenda stayed with Marjorie, on terms which gradually became acrimonious. "I'm sorry to be pompous," she said one morning, "but I just don't want your Mr Beaver hanging about the house all day and calling me Marjorie." "Oh well, the flat won't be lon... | You see the difference? Now a woman I know--" "Who?" "Just a woman--has fixed up a whole house like that off Belgrave Square and they are three pounds a week, no rates and taxes, constant hot water and central heating, woman comes in to make the bed when required, what d'you think of that?" "I see." "Now this is how I ... | floor above with a Canadian lady who was having her walls covered with chromium plating at immense expense. Meanwhile Brenda stayed with Marjorie, on terms which gradually became acrimonious. "I'm sorry to be pompous," she said one morning, "but I just don't want your Mr Beaver hanging about the house all day and calli... | A Handful Of Dust |
And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as an equal, even as a successful fellow competitor. "How on earth has _he_ got away with it?" they may have asked the... | No speaker | afternoon. Thank you so much."<|quote|>And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as an equal, even as a successful fellow competitor. "How on earth has _he_ got... | sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much."<|quote|>And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as an equal, even as a successful fellow competitor. "Ho... | week, so I made an excuse to go away for a few days. If I had been there things might never have come to anything. He's very shy and reserved even to me. I'll have the chess-men done up and sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much."<|quote|>And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person o... | think that a charming and experienced woman like Brenda Last is just the person to help him. He's got a _very_ affectionate nature, but he's so sensitive that he hardly ever lets it appear... to tell you the truth I felt something of the kind was in the air last week, so I made an excuse to go away for a few days. If I... | comedy. The choice of Beaver raised the whole escapade into a realm of poetry for Polly and Daisy and Angela and all the gang of gossips. Mrs Beaver made no bones about her delight. "Of course the subject has not been mentioned between John and myself, but if what I hear is true, I think it will do the boy a world of g... | the barest acquaintance were delighted to relate that they had seen her and Beaver the evening before at a restaurant or cinema. It had been an autumn of very sparse and meagre romance; only the most obvious people had parted or come together, and Brenda was filling a want long felt by those whose simple, vicarious ple... | flat. Tell you what, I'll give up Mr Cruttwell. How's that?" "D'you really want this thing?" "Mmm." "Well, I'll have to see. We _might_ manage it, but it'll mean putting off the improvements down here." "I don't really deserve it," she said, clinching the matter. "I've been carrying on _anyhow_ this week." * * * * * Br... | autumn of very sparse and meagre romance; only the most obvious people had parted or come together, and Brenda was filling a want long felt by those whose simple, vicarious pleasure it was to discuss the subject in bed over the telephone. For them her circumstances shed peculiar glamour; for five years she had been a l... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I'm talking from the flat." | Brenda | usual she telephoned to Hetton.<|quote|>"I'm talking from the flat."</|quote|>"Oh, ah." "_Darling_, do try | hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton.<|quote|>"I'm talking from the flat."</|quote|>"Oh, ah." "_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very | to London, this time to the flat where the paint was already dry, though the hot water was not yet in perfect working order; everything smelt very new--walls, sheets, curtains--and the new radiators gave off a less agreeable reek of hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton.<|quote|>"I'm talking from the... | bar and said, "Well, old boy, how about one?" * * * * * Brenda rang up Tony every morning and evening. Sometimes John Andrew spoke to her, too, as shrill as Polly Cockpurse; quite unable to hear her replies. She went to Hetton for the week-end, and then back to London, this time to the flat where the paint was already ... | to anything. He's very shy and reserved even to me. I'll have the chess-men done up and sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed ... | or any other young buck with whom nearly everyone had had a crack one time or another, it would have been thrilling no doubt, but straightforward, drawing-room comedy. The choice of Beaver raised the whole escapade into a realm of poetry for Polly and Daisy and Angela and all the gang of gossips. Mrs Beaver made no bon... | bound French eighteenth-century poets, a massage apparatus, and a wireless set fitted in a case of Regency lacquer, all of which had been grouped in the shop for her as a "suggestion". Mrs Beaver bore Brenda no ill will for the modesty of her requirements; she was doing very well on the floor above with a Canadian lady... | she had at last broken away with Jock Grant-Menzies or Robin Beaseley or any other young buck with whom nearly everyone had had a crack one time or another, it would have been thrilling no doubt, but straightforward, drawing-room comedy. The choice of Beaver raised the whole escapade into a realm of poetry for Polly an... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, ah." | Tony Last | "I'm talking from the flat."<|quote|>"Oh, ah."</|quote|>"_Darling_, do try to sound | usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat."<|quote|>"Oh, ah."</|quote|>"_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for | the flat where the paint was already dry, though the hot water was not yet in perfect working order; everything smelt very new--walls, sheets, curtains--and the new radiators gave off a less agreeable reek of hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat."<|quote|>"Oh, ah."</|quot... | boy, how about one?" * * * * * Brenda rang up Tony every morning and evening. Sometimes John Andrew spoke to her, too, as shrill as Polly Cockpurse; quite unable to hear her replies. She went to Hetton for the week-end, and then back to London, this time to the flat where the paint was already dry, though the hot water... | and reserved even to me. I'll have the chess-men done up and sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as ... | with whom nearly everyone had had a crack one time or another, it would have been thrilling no doubt, but straightforward, drawing-room comedy. The choice of Beaver raised the whole escapade into a realm of poetry for Polly and Daisy and Angela and all the gang of gossips. Mrs Beaver made no bones about her delight. "O... | massage apparatus, and a wireless set fitted in a case of Regency lacquer, all of which had been grouped in the shop for her as a "suggestion". Mrs Beaver bore Brenda no ill will for the modesty of her requirements; she was doing very well on the floor above with a Canadian lady who was having her walls covered with ch... | news of her; even people with whom she had the barest acquaintance were delighted to relate that they had seen her and Beaver the evening before at a restaurant or cinema. It had been an autumn of very sparse and meagre romance; only the most obvious people had parted or come together, and Brenda was filling a want lon... | A Handful Of Dust |
"_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for me." | Brenda | from the flat." "Oh, ah."<|quote|>"_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for me."</|quote|>"What's it like?" "Well, there | telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat." "Oh, ah."<|quote|>"_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for me."</|quote|>"What's it like?" "Well, there are a good many smells | where the paint was already dry, though the hot water was not yet in perfect working order; everything smelt very new--walls, sheets, curtains--and the new radiators gave off a less agreeable reek of hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat." "Oh, ah."<|quote|>"_Darling_, do ... | about one?" * * * * * Brenda rang up Tony every morning and evening. Sometimes John Andrew spoke to her, too, as shrill as Polly Cockpurse; quite unable to hear her replies. She went to Hetton for the week-end, and then back to London, this time to the flat where the paint was already dry, though the hot water was not ... | even to me. I'll have the chess-men done up and sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as an equal, eve... | nearly everyone had had a crack one time or another, it would have been thrilling no doubt, but straightforward, drawing-room comedy. The choice of Beaver raised the whole escapade into a realm of poetry for Polly and Daisy and Angela and all the gang of gossips. Mrs Beaver made no bones about her delight. "Of course t... | and a wireless set fitted in a case of Regency lacquer, all of which had been grouped in the shop for her as a "suggestion". Mrs Beaver bore Brenda no ill will for the modesty of her requirements; she was doing very well on the floor above with a Canadian lady who was having her walls covered with chromium plating at i... | to discuss the subject in bed over the telephone. For them her circumstances shed peculiar glamour; for five years she had been a legendary, almost ghostly name, the imprisoned princess of fairy story, and now that she had emerged there was more enchantment in the occurrence than in the mere change of habit of any othe... | A Handful Of Dust |
"What's it like?" | Tony Last | It's very exciting for me."<|quote|>"What's it like?"</|quote|>"Well, there are a good | do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for me."<|quote|>"What's it like?"</|quote|>"Well, there are a good many smells at present and | not yet in perfect working order; everything smelt very new--walls, sheets, curtains--and the new radiators gave off a less agreeable reek of hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat." "Oh, ah." "_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for me."<|quote|>"What... | every morning and evening. Sometimes John Andrew spoke to her, too, as shrill as Polly Cockpurse; quite unable to hear her replies. She went to Hetton for the week-end, and then back to London, this time to the flat where the paint was already dry, though the hot water was not yet in perfect working order; everything s... | round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as an equal, even as a successful fellow competitor. "How on earth ha... | would have been thrilling no doubt, but straightforward, drawing-room comedy. The choice of Beaver raised the whole escapade into a realm of poetry for Polly and Daisy and Angela and all the gang of gossips. Mrs Beaver made no bones about her delight. "Of course the subject has not been mentioned between John and mysel... | all of which had been grouped in the shop for her as a "suggestion". Mrs Beaver bore Brenda no ill will for the modesty of her requirements; she was doing very well on the floor above with a Canadian lady who was having her walls covered with chromium plating at immense expense. Meanwhile Brenda stayed with Marjorie, o... | that they had seen her and Beaver the evening before at a restaurant or cinema. It had been an autumn of very sparse and meagre romance; only the most obvious people had parted or come together, and Brenda was filling a want long felt by those whose simple, vicarious pleasure it was to discuss the subject in bed over t... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, there are a good many smells at present and the bath makes odd sounds and when you turn on the hot tap there's just a rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines... | Brenda | for me." "What's it like?"<|quote|>"Well, there are a good many smells at present and the bath makes odd sounds and when you turn on the hot tap there's just a rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right ac... | sound interested. It's very exciting for me." "What's it like?"<|quote|>"Well, there are a good many smells at present and the bath makes odd sounds and when you turn on the hot tap there's just a rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed... | perfect working order; everything smelt very new--walls, sheets, curtains--and the new radiators gave off a less agreeable reek of hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat." "Oh, ah." "_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for me." "What's it like?"<|quote... | evening. Sometimes John Andrew spoke to her, too, as shrill as Polly Cockpurse; quite unable to hear her replies. She went to Hetton for the week-end, and then back to London, this time to the flat where the paint was already dry, though the hot water was not yet in perfect working order; everything smelt very new--wal... | this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as an equal, even as a successful fellow competitor. "How on earth has _he_ got aw... | thrilling no doubt, but straightforward, drawing-room comedy. The choice of Beaver raised the whole escapade into a realm of poetry for Polly and Daisy and Angela and all the gang of gossips. Mrs Beaver made no bones about her delight. "Of course the subject has not been mentioned between John and myself, but if what I... | had been grouped in the shop for her as a "suggestion". Mrs Beaver bore Brenda no ill will for the modesty of her requirements; she was doing very well on the floor above with a Canadian lady who was having her walls covered with chromium plating at immense expense. Meanwhile Brenda stayed with Marjorie, on terms which... | tell you the truth I felt something of the kind was in the air last week, so I made an excuse to go away for a few days. If I had been there things might never have come to anything. He's very shy and reserved even to me. I'll have the chess-men done up and sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beav... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You don't say so." | Tony Last | all night... but it's _lovely_."<|quote|>"You don't say so."</|quote|>"Tony, you must be nice | the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_."<|quote|>"You don't say so."</|quote|>"Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so | on the hot tap there's just a rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_."<|quote|>"You don't say so."</|quote|>"Tony, you must be ni... | hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat." "Oh, ah." "_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for me." "What's it like?" "Well, there are a good many smells at present and the bath makes odd sounds and when you turn on the hot tap there's just a rush of air ... | came into Bratt's, they made room for him at the bar and said, "Well, old boy, how about one?" * * * * * Brenda rang up Tony every morning and evening. Sometimes John Andrew spoke to her, too, as shrill as Polly Cockpurse; quite unable to hear her replies. She went to Hetton for the week-end, and then back to London, t... | good. Of course he's always been very much in demand and had a great number of friends, but _that isn't the same thing_. I've felt for a long time a Lack of Something in him, and I think that a charming and experienced woman like Brenda Last is just the person to help him. He's got a _very_ affectionate nature, but he'... | "but I just don't want your Mr Beaver hanging about the house all day and calling me Marjorie." "Oh well, the flat won't be long now." "And I shall go on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake." "It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver." "It isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese on Tony." "Oh, Tony'... | world of good. Of course he's always been very much in demand and had a great number of friends, but _that isn't the same thing_. I've felt for a long time a Lack of Something in him, and I think that a charming and experienced woman like Brenda Last is just the person to help him. He's got a _very_ affectionate nature... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" | Brenda | _lovely_." "You don't say so."<|quote|>"Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?"</|quote|... | in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so."<|quote|>"Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn... | there's just a rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so."<|quote|>"Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so... | as usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat." "Oh, ah." "_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for me." "What's it like?" "Well, there are a good many smells at present and the bath makes odd sounds and when you turn on the hot tap there's just a rush of air and that's all, and the... | made room for him at the bar and said, "Well, old boy, how about one?" * * * * * Brenda rang up Tony every morning and evening. Sometimes John Andrew spoke to her, too, as shrill as Polly Cockpurse; quite unable to hear her replies. She went to Hetton for the week-end, and then back to London, this time to the flat whe... | always been very much in demand and had a great number of friends, but _that isn't the same thing_. I've felt for a long time a Lack of Something in him, and I think that a charming and experienced woman like Brenda Last is just the person to help him. He's got a _very_ affectionate nature, but he's so sensitive that h... | want your Mr Beaver hanging about the house all day and calling me Marjorie." "Oh well, the flat won't be long now." "And I shall go on saying that I think you're making a ridiculous mistake." "It's just that you don't like Mr Beaver." "It isn't only that. I think it's hard cheese on Tony." "Oh, Tony's all right." "And... | or Robin Beaseley or any other young buck with whom nearly everyone had had a crack one time or another, it would have been thrilling no doubt, but straightforward, drawing-room comedy. The choice of Beaver raised the whole escapade into a realm of poetry for Polly and Daisy and Angela and all the gang of gossips. Mrs ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes... as a matter of fact." | Tony Last | It wasn't you, was it?"<|quote|>"Yes... as a matter of fact."</|quote|>"Darling, I did so hope | account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?"<|quote|>"Yes... as a matter of fact."</|quote|>"Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." | be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?"<|quote|>"Yes... as a matter of fact."</|quote|>"Darling, I did ... | rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so." "Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door a... | and then back to London, this time to the flat where the paint was already dry, though the hot water was not yet in perfect working order; everything smelt very new--walls, sheets, curtains--and the new radiators gave off a less agreeable reek of hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking fr... | _very_ affectionate nature, but he's so sensitive that he hardly ever lets it appear... to tell you the truth I felt something of the kind was in the air last week, so I made an excuse to go away for a few days. If I had been there things might never have come to anything. He's very shy and reserved even to me. I'll ha... | on Tony." "Oh, Tony's all right." "And if there's a row--" "There won't be a row." "You never know. If there is, I don't want Allan to think I've been helping to arrange things." "I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Beaseley." "There was never much in that," said Marjorie. But with the exception of her sister's... | the joke figure they had all known and despised, suddenly caught up to her among the luminous clouds of deity. If, after seven years looking neither to right or left, she had at last broken away with Jock Grant-Menzies or Robin Beaseley or any other young buck with whom nearly everyone had had a crack one time or anoth... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." | Brenda | as a matter of fact."<|quote|>"Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you."</|quote|>"Three minutes, please." "Must stop | wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact."<|quote|>"Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you."</|quote|>"Three minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming | so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact."<|quote|>"Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you."</|q... | and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so." "Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... An... | time to the flat where the paint was already dry, though the hot water was not yet in perfect working order; everything smelt very new--walls, sheets, curtains--and the new radiators gave off a less agreeable reek of hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat." "Oh, ah." "_Darl... | sensitive that he hardly ever lets it appear... to tell you the truth I felt something of the kind was in the air last week, so I made an excuse to go away for a few days. If I had been there things might never have come to anything. He's very shy and reserved even to me. I'll have the chess-men done up and sent round ... | "And if there's a row--" "There won't be a row." "You never know. If there is, I don't want Allan to think I've been helping to arrange things." "I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Beaseley." "There was never much in that," said Marjorie. But with the exception of her sister's, opinion was greatly in favour of... | realm of poetry for Polly and Daisy and Angela and all the gang of gossips. Mrs Beaver made no bones about her delight. "Of course the subject has not been mentioned between John and myself, but if what I hear is true, I think it will do the boy a world of good. Of course he's always been very much in demand and had a ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Three minutes, please." | Unknowable | it was... how like you."<|quote|>"Three minutes, please."</|quote|>"Must stop now." "When are | "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you."<|quote|>"Three minutes, please."</|quote|>"Must stop now." "When are you coming back?" "Almost at | sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you."<|quote|>"Three minutes, please."</|quote|>"Must stop now." "When are you c... | rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so." "Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so man... | though the hot water was not yet in perfect working order; everything smelt very new--walls, sheets, curtains--and the new radiators gave off a less agreeable reek of hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat." "Oh, ah." "_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciti... | you the truth I felt something of the kind was in the air last week, so I made an excuse to go away for a few days. If I had been there things might never have come to anything. He's very shy and reserved even to me. I'll have the chess-men done up and sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beaver, f... | "You never know. If there is, I don't want Allan to think I've been helping to arrange things." "I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Beaseley." "There was never much in that," said Marjorie. But with the exception of her sister's, opinion was greatly in favour of Brenda's adventure. The morning telephone buzzed... | spoke to her, too, as shrill as Polly Cockpurse; quite unable to hear her replies. She went to Hetton for the week-end, and then back to London, this time to the flat where the paint was already dry, though the hot water was not yet in perfect working order; everything smelt very new--walls, sheets, curtains--and the n... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Must stop now." | Brenda | like you." "Three minutes, please."<|quote|>"Must stop now."</|quote|>"When are you coming back?" | so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please."<|quote|>"Must stop now."</|quote|>"When are you coming back?" "Almost at once. Good night, | lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please."<|quote|>"Must stop now."</|quote|>"When are you coming back... | the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so." "Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's ha... | water was not yet in perfect working order; everything smelt very new--walls, sheets, curtains--and the new radiators gave off a less agreeable reek of hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat." "Oh, ah." "_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for me." "Wh... | I felt something of the kind was in the air last week, so I made an excuse to go away for a few days. If I had been there things might never have come to anything. He's very shy and reserved even to me. I'll have the chess-men done up and sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beaver, for the first t... | If there is, I don't want Allan to think I've been helping to arrange things." "I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Beaseley." "There was never much in that," said Marjorie. But with the exception of her sister's, opinion was greatly in favour of Brenda's adventure. The morning telephone buzzed with news of her... | poetry for Polly and Daisy and Angela and all the gang of gossips. Mrs Beaver made no bones about her delight. "Of course the subject has not been mentioned between John and myself, but if what I hear is true, I think it will do the boy a world of good. Of course he's always been very much in demand and had a great num... | A Handful Of Dust |
"When are you coming back?" | Tony Last | minutes, please." "Must stop now."<|quote|>"When are you coming back?"</|quote|>"Almost at once. Good night, | was... how like you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now."<|quote|>"When are you coming back?"</|quote|>"Almost at once. Good night, my sweet." "What a lot | to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now."<|quote|>"When are you coming back?"</|quote|>"Almost at o... | are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so." "Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them ... | yet in perfect working order; everything smelt very new--walls, sheets, curtains--and the new radiators gave off a less agreeable reek of hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat." "Oh, ah." "_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for me." "What's it like?"... | of the kind was in the air last week, so I made an excuse to go away for a few days. If I had been there things might never have come to anything. He's very shy and reserved even to me. I'll have the chess-men done up and sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beaver, for the first time in his life, ... | I don't want Allan to think I've been helping to arrange things." "I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Beaseley." "There was never much in that," said Marjorie. But with the exception of her sister's, opinion was greatly in favour of Brenda's adventure. The morning telephone buzzed with news of her; even people... | friends, but _that isn't the same thing_. I've felt for a long time a Lack of Something in him, and I think that a charming and experienced woman like Brenda Last is just the person to help him. He's got a _very_ affectionate nature, but he's so sensitive that he hardly ever lets it appear... to tell you the truth I fe... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Almost at once. Good night, my sweet." | Brenda | "When are you coming back?"<|quote|>"Almost at once. Good night, my sweet."</|quote|>"What a lot of talk," | minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming back?"<|quote|>"Almost at once. Good night, my sweet."</|quote|>"What a lot of talk," said Beaver. All the time | room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming back?"<|quote|>"Almost at once. Good night, my sweet."</|quote|>"What a ... | won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so." "Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in ... | everything smelt very new--walls, sheets, curtains--and the new radiators gave off a less agreeable reek of hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat." "Oh, ah." "_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for me." "What's it like?" "Well, there are a good many ... | the air last week, so I made an excuse to go away for a few days. If I had been there things might never have come to anything. He's very shy and reserved even to me. I'll have the chess-men done up and sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a per... | think I've been helping to arrange things." "I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Beaseley." "There was never much in that," said Marjorie. But with the exception of her sister's, opinion was greatly in favour of Brenda's adventure. The morning telephone buzzed with news of her; even people with whom she had the... | for him at the bar and said, "Well, old boy, how about one?" * * * * * Brenda rang up Tony every morning and evening. Sometimes John Andrew spoke to her, too, as shrill as Polly Cockpurse; quite unable to hear her replies. She went to Hetton for the week-end, and then back to London, this time to the flat where the pai... | A Handful Of Dust |
"What a lot of talk," | John Beaver | once. Good night, my sweet."<|quote|>"What a lot of talk,"</|quote|>said Beaver. All the time | you coming back?" "Almost at once. Good night, my sweet."<|quote|>"What a lot of talk,"</|quote|>said Beaver. All the time that she was speaking, she | put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming back?" "Almost at once. Good night, my sweet."<|quote|>"What a lot of talk,"</|quote|>said Beaver. All... | street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so." "Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no po... | new radiators gave off a less agreeable reek of hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat." "Oh, ah." "_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for me." "What's it like?" "Well, there are a good many smells at present and the bath makes odd sounds and when you... | an excuse to go away for a few days. If I had been there things might never have come to anything. He's very shy and reserved even to me. I'll have the chess-men done up and sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, ... | "I wasn't so disagreeable to you about Robin Beaseley." "There was never much in that," said Marjorie. But with the exception of her sister's, opinion was greatly in favour of Brenda's adventure. The morning telephone buzzed with news of her; even people with whom she had the barest acquaintance were delighted to relat... | evening. Sometimes John Andrew spoke to her, too, as shrill as Polly Cockpurse; quite unable to hear her replies. She went to Hetton for the week-end, and then back to London, this time to the flat where the paint was already dry, though the hot water was not yet in perfect working order; everything smelt very new--wal... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Beaver. All the time that she was speaking, she had been kept busy with one hand warding him off the telephone, which he threatened playfully to disconnect. | No speaker | "What a lot of talk,"<|quote|>said Beaver. All the time that she was speaking, she had been kept busy with one hand warding him off the telephone, which he threatened playfully to disconnect.</|quote|>"Wasn't it sweet of Tony | once. Good night, my sweet." "What a lot of talk,"<|quote|>said Beaver. All the time that she was speaking, she had been kept busy with one hand warding him off the telephone, which he threatened playfully to disconnect.</|quote|>"Wasn't it sweet of Tony to send those flowers?" "I'm | on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming back?" "Almost at once. Good night, my sweet." "What a lot of talk,"<|quote|>said Beaver. All the time that she was speaking... | night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so." "Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?... | less agreeable reek of hot iron. That evening as usual she telephoned to Hetton. "I'm talking from the flat." "Oh, ah." "_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for me." "What's it like?" "Well, there are a good many smells at present and the bath makes odd sounds and when you turn on the hot tap ther... | for a few days. If I had been there things might never have come to anything. He's very shy and reserved even to me. I'll have the chess-men done up and sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women... | you about Robin Beaseley." "There was never much in that," said Marjorie. But with the exception of her sister's, opinion was greatly in favour of Brenda's adventure. The morning telephone buzzed with news of her; even people with whom she had the barest acquaintance were delighted to relate that they had seen her and ... | on earth has _he_ got away with it?" they may have asked themselves, but now, when he came into Bratt's, they made room for him at the bar and said, "Well, old boy, how about one?" * * * * * Brenda rang up Tony every morning and evening. Sometimes John Andrew spoke to her, too, as shrill as Polly Cockpurse; quite unabl... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Wasn't it sweet of Tony to send those flowers?" | Brenda | he threatened playfully to disconnect.<|quote|>"Wasn't it sweet of Tony to send those flowers?"</|quote|>"I'm not awfully fond of | him off the telephone, which he threatened playfully to disconnect.<|quote|>"Wasn't it sweet of Tony to send those flowers?"</|quote|>"I'm not awfully fond of Tony." "Don't let that worry | minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming back?" "Almost at once. Good night, my sweet." "What a lot of talk," said Beaver. All the time that she was speaking, she had been kept busy with one hand warding him off the telephone, which he threatened playfully to disconnect.<|quote|>"Wasn't it sweet of Tony ... | me a lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming back?" "Almost a... | very exciting for me." "What's it like?" "Well, there are a good many smells at present and the bath makes odd sounds and when you turn on the hot tap there's just a rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull ri... | done up and sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as an equal, even as a successful fellow competitor.... | morning telephone buzzed with news of her; even people with whom she had the barest acquaintance were delighted to relate that they had seen her and Beaver the evening before at a restaurant or cinema. It had been an autumn of very sparse and meagre romance; only the most obvious people had parted or come together, and... | always been very much in demand and had a great number of friends, but _that isn't the same thing_. I've felt for a long time a Lack of Something in him, and I think that a charming and experienced woman like Brenda Last is just the person to help him. He's got a _very_ affectionate nature, but he's so sensitive that h... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I'm not awfully fond of Tony." | John Beaver | Tony to send those flowers?"<|quote|>"I'm not awfully fond of Tony."</|quote|>"Don't let that worry you, | disconnect. "Wasn't it sweet of Tony to send those flowers?"<|quote|>"I'm not awfully fond of Tony."</|quote|>"Don't let that worry you, my beauty, he doesn't like | back?" "Almost at once. Good night, my sweet." "What a lot of talk," said Beaver. All the time that she was speaking, she had been kept busy with one hand warding him off the telephone, which he threatened playfully to disconnect. "Wasn't it sweet of Tony to send those flowers?"<|quote|>"I'm not awfully fond of Tony."<... | hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming back?" "Almost at once. Good night, my sweet." "What a lot of tal... | are a good many smells at present and the bath makes odd sounds and when you turn on the hot tap there's just a rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... | Thank you so much." And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as an equal, even as a successful fellow competitor. "How on earth has _he_ got away with it?" the... | with whom she had the barest acquaintance were delighted to relate that they had seen her and Beaver the evening before at a restaurant or cinema. It had been an autumn of very sparse and meagre romance; only the most obvious people had parted or come together, and Brenda was filling a want long felt by those whose sim... | how about one?" * * * * * Brenda rang up Tony every morning and evening. Sometimes John Andrew spoke to her, too, as shrill as Polly Cockpurse; quite unable to hear her replies. She went to Hetton for the week-end, and then back to London, this time to the flat where the paint was already dry, though the hot water was ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Don't let that worry you, my beauty, he doesn't like you _at all_." | Brenda | not awfully fond of Tony."<|quote|>"Don't let that worry you, my beauty, he doesn't like you _at all_."</|quote|>"_Doesn't_ he? Why not?" "No | to send those flowers?" "I'm not awfully fond of Tony."<|quote|>"Don't let that worry you, my beauty, he doesn't like you _at all_."</|quote|>"_Doesn't_ he? Why not?" "No one does except me. You | my sweet." "What a lot of talk," said Beaver. All the time that she was speaking, she had been kept busy with one hand warding him off the telephone, which he threatened playfully to disconnect. "Wasn't it sweet of Tony to send those flowers?" "I'm not awfully fond of Tony."<|quote|>"Don't let that worry you, my beauty... | had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming back?" "Almost at once. Good night, my sweet." "What a lot of talk," said Beaver. All the time ... | present and the bath makes odd sounds and when you turn on the hot tap there's just a rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "Y... | for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as an equal, even as a successful fellow competitor. "How on earth has _he_ got away with it?" they may have asked themselves, but... | acquaintance were delighted to relate that they had seen her and Beaver the evening before at a restaurant or cinema. It had been an autumn of very sparse and meagre romance; only the most obvious people had parted or come together, and Brenda was filling a want long felt by those whose simple, vicarious pleasure it wa... | almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as an equal, even as a successful fellow competitor. "How on earth has _he_ got away with it?" they may have asked themselves, but now, when he came into Bratt's, they made room for him at the bar and s... | A Handful Of Dust |
"_Doesn't_ he? Why not?" | John Beaver | doesn't like you _at all_."<|quote|>"_Doesn't_ he? Why not?"</|quote|>"No one does except me. | worry you, my beauty, he doesn't like you _at all_."<|quote|>"_Doesn't_ he? Why not?"</|quote|>"No one does except me. You must get that clear... | she was speaking, she had been kept busy with one hand warding him off the telephone, which he threatened playfully to disconnect. "Wasn't it sweet of Tony to send those flowers?" "I'm not awfully fond of Tony." "Don't let that worry you, my beauty, he doesn't like you _at all_."<|quote|>"_Doesn't_ he? Why not?"</|quot... | It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming back?" "Almost at once. Good night, my sweet." "What a lot of talk," said Beaver. All the time that she was speaking, she had been kept busy with one hand... | hot tap there's just a rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so." "Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so... | and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as an equal, even as a successful fellow competitor. "How on earth has _he_ got away with it?" they may have asked themselves, but now, when he came into Bratt's, they made room for him at the bar ... | evening before at a restaurant or cinema. It had been an autumn of very sparse and meagre romance; only the most obvious people had parted or come together, and Brenda was filling a want long felt by those whose simple, vicarious pleasure it was to discuss the subject in bed over the telephone. For them her circumstanc... | talking from the flat." "Oh, ah." "_Darling_, do try to sound interested. It's very exciting for me." "What's it like?" "Well, there are a good many smells at present and the bath makes odd sounds and when you turn on the hot tap there's just a rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water i... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No one does except me. You must get that clear... it's very odd that _I_ should." | Brenda | all_." "_Doesn't_ he? Why not?"<|quote|>"No one does except me. You must get that clear... it's very odd that _I_ should."</|quote|>* * * * * | he doesn't like you _at all_." "_Doesn't_ he? Why not?"<|quote|>"No one does except me. You must get that clear... it's very odd that _I_ should."</|quote|>* * * * * Beaver and his mother were | had been kept busy with one hand warding him off the telephone, which he threatened playfully to disconnect. "Wasn't it sweet of Tony to send those flowers?" "I'm not awfully fond of Tony." "Don't let that worry you, my beauty, he doesn't like you _at all_." "_Doesn't_ he? Why not?"<|quote|>"No one does except me. You ... | it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming back?" "Almost at once. Good night, my sweet." "What a lot of talk," said Beaver. All the time that she was speaking, she had been kept busy with one hand warding him off th... | a rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so." "Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door... | Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as an equal, even as a successful fellow competitor. "How on earth has _he_ got away with it?" they may have asked themselves, but now, when he came into Bratt's, they made room for him at the bar and said, "Well, old boy, how... | restaurant or cinema. It had been an autumn of very sparse and meagre romance; only the most obvious people had parted or come together, and Brenda was filling a want long felt by those whose simple, vicarious pleasure it was to discuss the subject in bed over the telephone. For them her circumstances shed peculiar gla... | present and the bath makes odd sounds and when you turn on the hot tap there's just a rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "Y... | A Handful Of Dust |
* * * * * Beaver and his mother were going to Ireland for Christmas, to stay with cousins. Tony and Brenda had a family party at Hetton: Marjorie and Allan, Brenda's mother, Tony's Aunt Frances and two families of impoverished Lasts, humble and uncomplaining victims of primogeniture, to whom Hetton meant as much as it ... | No speaker | very odd that _I_ should."<|quote|>* * * * * Beaver and his mother were going to Ireland for Christmas, to stay with cousins. Tony and Brenda had a family party at Hetton: Marjorie and Allan, Brenda's mother, Tony's Aunt Frances and two families of impoverished Lasts, humble and uncomplaining victims of primogeniture, ... | must get that clear... it's very odd that _I_ should."<|quote|>* * * * * Beaver and his mother were going to Ireland for Christmas, to stay with cousins. Tony and Brenda had a family party at Hetton: Marjorie and Allan, Brenda's mother, Tony's Aunt Frances and two families of impoverished Lasts, humble and uncomplainin... | to disconnect. "Wasn't it sweet of Tony to send those flowers?" "I'm not awfully fond of Tony." "Don't let that worry you, my beauty, he doesn't like you _at all_." "_Doesn't_ he? Why not?" "No one does except me. You must get that clear... it's very odd that _I_ should."<|quote|>* * * * * Beaver and his mother were go... | you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming back?" "Almost at once. Good night, my sweet." "What a lot of talk," said Beaver. All the time that she was speaking, she had been kept busy with one hand warding him off the telephone, which he threatened playfully to disconnect. "Wasn't it sweet of ... | is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so." "Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so ... | him as an equal, even as a successful fellow competitor. "How on earth has _he_ got away with it?" they may have asked themselves, but now, when he came into Bratt's, they made room for him at the bar and said, "Well, old boy, how about one?" * * * * * Brenda rang up Tony every morning and evening. Sometimes John Andre... | most obvious people had parted or come together, and Brenda was filling a want long felt by those whose simple, vicarious pleasure it was to discuss the subject in bed over the telephone. For them her circumstances shed peculiar glamour; for five years she had been a legendary, almost ghostly name, the imprisoned princ... | and experienced woman like Brenda Last is just the person to help him. He's got a _very_ affectionate nature, but he's so sensitive that he hardly ever lets it appear... to tell you the truth I felt something of the kind was in the air last week, so I made an excuse to go away for a few days. If I had been there things... | A Handful Of Dust |
"How difficult it is for us," | The Vicar | his parishioners were greatly attached.<|quote|>"How difficult it is for us,"</|quote|>he began, blandly surveying his | It was one to which his parishioners were greatly attached.<|quote|>"How difficult it is for us,"</|quote|>he began, blandly surveying his congregation, who coughed into their | its accustomed way; nothing seemed to menace the peace and stability of the house. The choir came up and sang carols in the pitch-pine gallery, and later devoured hot punch and sweet biscuits. The vicar preached his usual Christmas sermon. It was one to which his parishioners were greatly attached.<|quote|>"How difficu... | a large cro?te of foie gras, a delicacy of which he was particularly fond. Everyone ate a great deal and became slightly torpid towards Boxing-day evening; silver ladles of burning brandy went round the table, crackers were pulled and opened; paper hats, indoor fireworks, mottoes. This year, everything happened in its ... | to whom Hetton meant as much as it did to Tony. There was a little Christmas-tree in the nursery for John Andrew and a big one downstairs in the central hall which was decorated by the impoverished Lasts and lit up for half an hour after tea (two footmen standing by with wet sponges on the end of poles, to extinguish t... | all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you... | the same thing_. I've felt for a long time a Lack of Something in him, and I think that a charming and experienced woman like Brenda Last is just the person to help him. He's got a _very_ affectionate nature, but he's so sensitive that he hardly ever lets it appear... to tell you the truth I felt something of the kind ... | "You don't say so." "Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact... | A Handful Of Dust |
he began, blandly surveying his congregation, who coughed into their mufflers and chafed their chilblains under their woollen gloves, | No speaker | difficult it is for us,"<|quote|>he began, blandly surveying his congregation, who coughed into their mufflers and chafed their chilblains under their woollen gloves,</|quote|>"to realize that this is | parishioners were greatly attached. "How difficult it is for us,"<|quote|>he began, blandly surveying his congregation, who coughed into their mufflers and chafed their chilblains under their woollen gloves,</|quote|>"to realize that this is indeed Christmas. Instead of the | menace the peace and stability of the house. The choir came up and sang carols in the pitch-pine gallery, and later devoured hot punch and sweet biscuits. The vicar preached his usual Christmas sermon. It was one to which his parishioners were greatly attached. "How difficult it is for us,"<|quote|>he began, blandly su... | a delicacy of which he was particularly fond. Everyone ate a great deal and became slightly torpid towards Boxing-day evening; silver ladles of burning brandy went round the table, crackers were pulled and opened; paper hats, indoor fireworks, mottoes. This year, everything happened in its accustomed way; nothing seeme... | as it did to Tony. There was a little Christmas-tree in the nursery for John Andrew and a big one downstairs in the central hall which was decorated by the impoverished Lasts and lit up for half an hour after tea (two footmen standing by with wet sponges on the end of poles, to extinguish the candles which turned turtl... | lot of flowers to-day--so many that there's hardly room for them and I've had to put them in the basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming back?" "Almost at onc... | a long time a Lack of Something in him, and I think that a charming and experienced woman like Brenda Last is just the person to help him. He's got a _very_ affectionate nature, but he's so sensitive that he hardly ever lets it appear... to tell you the truth I felt something of the kind was in the air last week, so I ... | is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so." "Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-key and all... And someone sent me a lot of flowers to-day--so ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"to realize that this is indeed Christmas. Instead of the glowing log fire and windows tight shuttered against the drifting snow, we have only the harsh glare of an alien sun; instead of the happy circle of loved faces, of home and family, we have the uncomprehending stares of the subjugated, though no doubt grateful, ... | The Vicar | chilblains under their woollen gloves,<|quote|>"to realize that this is indeed Christmas. Instead of the glowing log fire and windows tight shuttered against the drifting snow, we have only the harsh glare of an alien sun; instead of the happy circle of loved faces, of home and family, we have the uncomprehending stare... | their mufflers and chafed their chilblains under their woollen gloves,<|quote|>"to realize that this is indeed Christmas. Instead of the glowing log fire and windows tight shuttered against the drifting snow, we have only the harsh glare of an alien sun; instead of the happy circle of loved faces, of home and family, w... | and later devoured hot punch and sweet biscuits. The vicar preached his usual Christmas sermon. It was one to which his parishioners were greatly attached. "How difficult it is for us," he began, blandly surveying his congregation, who coughed into their mufflers and chafed their chilblains under their woollen gloves,<... | evening; silver ladles of burning brandy went round the table, crackers were pulled and opened; paper hats, indoor fireworks, mottoes. This year, everything happened in its accustomed way; nothing seemed to menace the peace and stability of the house. The choir came up and sang carols in the pitch-pine gallery, and lat... | one downstairs in the central hall which was decorated by the impoverished Lasts and lit up for half an hour after tea (two footmen standing by with wet sponges on the end of poles, to extinguish the candles which turned turtle and threatened to start a fire). There were presents for all the servants, of value strictly... | basin on account of having no pots. It wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming back?" "Almost at once. Good night, my sweet." "What a lot of talk," said Beaver. All the time that she was speaking, ... | Brenda Last is just the person to help him. He's got a _very_ affectionate nature, but he's so sensitive that he hardly ever lets it appear... to tell you the truth I felt something of the kind was in the air last week, so I made an excuse to go away for a few days. If I had been there things might never have come to a... | sounds and when you turn on the hot tap there's just a rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so." "Tony, you mu... | A Handful Of Dust |
said the vicar, slightly losing the thread of his comparisons, | No speaker | ox and ass of Bethlehem,"<|quote|>said the vicar, slightly losing the thread of his comparisons,</|quote|>"we have for companions the | heathen. Instead of the placid ox and ass of Bethlehem,"<|quote|>said the vicar, slightly losing the thread of his comparisons,</|quote|>"we have for companions the ravening tiger and the exotic | tight shuttered against the drifting snow, we have only the harsh glare of an alien sun; instead of the happy circle of loved faces, of home and family, we have the uncomprehending stares of the subjugated, though no doubt grateful, heathen. Instead of the placid ox and ass of Bethlehem,"<|quote|>said the vicar, slight... | It was one to which his parishioners were greatly attached. "How difficult it is for us," he began, blandly surveying his congregation, who coughed into their mufflers and chafed their chilblains under their woollen gloves, "to realize that this is indeed Christmas. Instead of the glowing log fire and windows tight shu... | the guests (cheques for the impoverished Lasts). Allan always brought a large cro?te of foie gras, a delicacy of which he was particularly fond. Everyone ate a great deal and became slightly torpid towards Boxing-day evening; silver ladles of burning brandy went round the table, crackers were pulled and opened; paper h... | with one hand warding him off the telephone, which he threatened playfully to disconnect. "Wasn't it sweet of Tony to send those flowers?" "I'm not awfully fond of Tony." "Don't let that worry you, my beauty, he doesn't like you _at all_." "_Doesn't_ he? Why not?" "No one does except me. You must get that clear... it's... | to anything. He's very shy and reserved even to me. I'll have the chess-men done up and sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed ... | wasn't you, was it?" "Yes... as a matter of fact." "Darling, I did so hope it was... how like you." "Three minutes, please." "Must stop now." "When are you coming back?" "Almost at once. Good night, my sweet." "What a lot of talk," said Beaver. All the time that she was speaking, she had been kept busy with one hand wa... | A Handful Of Dust |
"we have for companions the ravening tiger and the exotic camel, the furtive jackal and the ponderous elephant..." | The Vicar | the thread of his comparisons,<|quote|>"we have for companions the ravening tiger and the exotic camel, the furtive jackal and the ponderous elephant..."</|quote|>And so on, through the | said the vicar, slightly losing the thread of his comparisons,<|quote|>"we have for companions the ravening tiger and the exotic camel, the furtive jackal and the ponderous elephant..."</|quote|>And so on, through the pages of faded manuscript. The | harsh glare of an alien sun; instead of the happy circle of loved faces, of home and family, we have the uncomprehending stares of the subjugated, though no doubt grateful, heathen. Instead of the placid ox and ass of Bethlehem," said the vicar, slightly losing the thread of his comparisons,<|quote|>"we have for compan... | "How difficult it is for us," he began, blandly surveying his congregation, who coughed into their mufflers and chafed their chilblains under their woollen gloves, "to realize that this is indeed Christmas. Instead of the glowing log fire and windows tight shuttered against the drifting snow, we have only the harsh gla... | a large cro?te of foie gras, a delicacy of which he was particularly fond. Everyone ate a great deal and became slightly torpid towards Boxing-day evening; silver ladles of burning brandy went round the table, crackers were pulled and opened; paper hats, indoor fireworks, mottoes. This year, everything happened in its ... | threatened playfully to disconnect. "Wasn't it sweet of Tony to send those flowers?" "I'm not awfully fond of Tony." "Don't let that worry you, my beauty, he doesn't like you _at all_." "_Doesn't_ he? Why not?" "No one does except me. You must get that clear... it's very odd that _I_ should." * * * * * Beaver and his m... | I'll have the chess-men done up and sent round to you this afternoon. Thank you so much." And Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as an equal, even as a succe... | smells at present and the bath makes odd sounds and when you turn on the hot tap there's just a rush of air and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lo... | A Handful Of Dust |
And so on, through the pages of faded manuscript. The words had temporarily touched the heart of many an obdurate trooper, and hearing them again, as he had heard them year after year since Mr Tendril had come to the parish, Tony and most of Tony's guests felt that it was an integral part of their Christmas festivities... | No speaker | jackal and the ponderous elephant..."<|quote|>And so on, through the pages of faded manuscript. The words had temporarily touched the heart of many an obdurate trooper, and hearing them again, as he had heard them year after year since Mr Tendril had come to the parish, Tony and most of Tony's guests felt that it was a... | the exotic camel, the furtive jackal and the ponderous elephant..."<|quote|>And so on, through the pages of faded manuscript. The words had temporarily touched the heart of many an obdurate trooper, and hearing them again, as he had heard them year after year since Mr Tendril had come to the parish, Tony and most of To... | we have the uncomprehending stares of the subjugated, though no doubt grateful, heathen. Instead of the placid ox and ass of Bethlehem," said the vicar, slightly losing the thread of his comparisons, "we have for companions the ravening tiger and the exotic camel, the furtive jackal and the ponderous elephant..."<|quot... | chafed their chilblains under their woollen gloves, "to realize that this is indeed Christmas. Instead of the glowing log fire and windows tight shuttered against the drifting snow, we have only the harsh glare of an alien sun; instead of the happy circle of loved faces, of home and family, we have the uncomprehending ... | deal and became slightly torpid towards Boxing-day evening; silver ladles of burning brandy went round the table, crackers were pulled and opened; paper hats, indoor fireworks, mottoes. This year, everything happened in its accustomed way; nothing seemed to menace the peace and stability of the house. The choir came up... | Tony." "Don't let that worry you, my beauty, he doesn't like you _at all_." "_Doesn't_ he? Why not?" "No one does except me. You must get that clear... it's very odd that _I_ should." * * * * * Beaver and his mother were going to Ireland for Christmas, to stay with cousins. Tony and Brenda had a family party at Hetton:... | Beaver, for the first time in his life, found himself a person of interest and, almost, of consequence. Women studied him with a new scrutiny, wondering what they had missed in him; men treated him as an equal, even as a successful fellow competitor. "How on earth has _he_ got away with it?" they may have asked themsel... | which he threatened playfully to disconnect. "Wasn't it sweet of Tony to send those flowers?" "I'm not awfully fond of Tony." "Don't let that worry you, my beauty, he doesn't like you _at all_." "_Doesn't_ he? Why not?" "No one does except me. You must get that clear... it's very odd that _I_ should." * * * * * Beaver ... | A Handful Of Dust |
but the uneasiness persisted, and night after night she found herself being sent out of the room, asking or answering questions, performing actions in uncouth manners, paying forfeits, drawing pictures, writing verses, dressing herself up and even being chased about the house, and secluded in cupboards, at the will of ... | No speaker | separates them from the poor,"<|quote|>but the uneasiness persisted, and night after night she found herself being sent out of the room, asking or answering questions, performing actions in uncouth manners, paying forfeits, drawing pictures, writing verses, dressing herself up and even being chased about the house, and... | rich realize the gulf that separates them from the poor,"<|quote|>but the uneasiness persisted, and night after night she found herself being sent out of the room, asking or answering questions, performing actions in uncouth manners, paying forfeits, drawing pictures, writing verses, dressing herself up and even being ... | for, as Lasts, they considered they had far more right in Hetton than herself. Aunt Frances, with acid mind, quickly discerned the trouble and attempted to reassure her, saying, "Dear child, all these feelings of delicacy are valueless; only the rich realize the gulf that separates them from the poor,"<|quote|>but the ... | by the fear that any lack of gusto on her part might be construed by the poor Lasts as superiority. These scruples, had she known it, were quite superfluous, for it never occurred to her husband's relatives to look on her with anything but cousinly cordiality and a certain tolerance, for, as Lasts, they considered they... | hearing them again, as he had heard them year after year since Mr Tendril had come to the parish, Tony and most of Tony's guests felt that it was an integral part of their Christmas festivities; one with which they would find it very hard to dispense. "The ravening tiger and exotic camel" had long been bywords in the f... | paper hats, indoor fireworks, mottoes. This year, everything happened in its accustomed way; nothing seemed to menace the peace and stability of the house. The choir came up and sang carols in the pitch-pine gallery, and later devoured hot punch and sweet biscuits. The vicar preached his usual Christmas sermon. It was ... | and that's all, and the cold tap keeps dripping and the water is rather brown and the cupboard doors are jammed and the curtains won't pull right across so that the street lamp shines in all night... but it's _lovely_." "You don't say so." "Tony, you must be nice about it. It's all so exciting--front door and a latch-k... | way; nothing seemed to menace the peace and stability of the house. The choir came up and sang carols in the pitch-pine gallery, and later devoured hot punch and sweet biscuits. The vicar preached his usual Christmas sermon. It was one to which his parishioners were greatly attached. "How difficult it is for us," he be... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." | Brenda | showed it to Marjorie, saying,<|quote|>"I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present."</|quote|>Tony had become fretful about | read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying,<|quote|>"I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present."</|quote|>Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He | page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying,<|quote|>"I can't complain, he's never... | dull here. The others went hunting yesterday. I went to the meet. They did not have a good day. Mother is here too and sends her love. We shall be leaving to-morrow or the day after. Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in t... | have disobeyed her. She had sent him to Ireland a ring of three interlocked hoops of gold and platinum. An hour after ordering it she regretted her choice. On Tuesday a letter came from him thanking her. _Darling Brenda_, he wrote. _Thank you so very much for the charming Christmas present. You can imagine my delight w... | construed by the poor Lasts as superiority. These scruples, had she known it, were quite superfluous, for it never occurred to her husband's relatives to look on her with anything but cousinly cordiality and a certain tolerance, for, as Lasts, they considered they had far more right in Hetton than herself. Aunt Frances... | sponges on the end of poles, to extinguish the candles which turned turtle and threatened to start a fire). There were presents for all the servants, of value strictly graded according to their rank, and for all the guests (cheques for the impoverished Lasts). Allan always brought a large cro?te of foie gras, a delicac... | realize the gulf that separates them from the poor," but the uneasiness persisted, and night after night she found herself being sent out of the room, asking or answering questions, performing actions in uncouth manners, paying forfeits, drawing pictures, writing verses, dressing herself up and even being chased about ... | A Handful Of Dust |
Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. | No speaker | was a damned silly present."<|quote|>Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away.</|quote|>"Don't come, darling. I'll make | me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present."<|quote|>Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away.</|quote|>"Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." | to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present."<|quote|>Tony had become fretful about his... | day. Mother is here too and sends her love. We shall be leaving to-morrow or the day after. Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wi... | platinum. An hour after ordering it she regretted her choice. On Tuesday a letter came from him thanking her. _Darling Brenda_, he wrote. _Thank you so very much for the charming Christmas present. You can imagine my delight when I saw the pink leather case and my surprise at opening it. It really was_ sweet _of you to... | never occurred to her husband's relatives to look on her with anything but cousinly cordiality and a certain tolerance, for, as Lasts, they considered they had far more right in Hetton than herself. Aunt Frances, with acid mind, quickly discerned the trouble and attempted to reassure her, saying, "Dear child, all these... | fire). There were presents for all the servants, of value strictly graded according to their rank, and for all the guests (cheques for the impoverished Lasts). Allan always brought a large cro?te of foie gras, a delicacy of which he was particularly fond. Everyone ate a great deal and became slightly torpid towards Box... | relatives to look on her with anything but cousinly cordiality and a certain tolerance, for, as Lasts, they considered they had far more right in Hetton than herself. Aunt Frances, with acid mind, quickly discerned the trouble and attempted to reassure her, saying, "Dear child, all these feelings of delicacy are valuel... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." | Brenda | He always hated staying away.<|quote|>"Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them."</|quote|>"No, I'll come. I haven't | about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away.<|quote|>"Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them."</|quote|>"No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you | lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away.<|quote|>"Don't come, darling. I'll make... | or the day after. Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this ... | came from him thanking her. _Darling Brenda_, he wrote. _Thank you so very much for the charming Christmas present. You can imagine my delight when I saw the pink leather case and my surprise at opening it. It really was_ sweet _of you to send me such a charming present. Thank you again very much for it. I hope your pa... | cordiality and a certain tolerance, for, as Lasts, they considered they had far more right in Hetton than herself. Aunt Frances, with acid mind, quickly discerned the trouble and attempted to reassure her, saying, "Dear child, all these feelings of delicacy are valueless; only the rich realize the gulf that separates t... | their rank, and for all the guests (cheques for the impoverished Lasts). Allan always brought a large cro?te of foie gras, a delicacy of which he was particularly fond. Everyone ate a great deal and became slightly torpid towards Boxing-day evening; silver ladles of burning brandy went round the table, crackers were pu... | so the party was a long one, from Thursday until Monday. She had forbidden Beaver to send her a present or to write to her; in self-protection, for she knew that whatever he said would hurt her by its poverty, but in spite of this she awaited the posts nervously, hoping that he might have disobeyed her. She had sent hi... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." | Tony Last | it all right with them."<|quote|>"No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks."</|quote|>They had the whole of | "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them."<|quote|>"No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks."</|quote|>They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted | letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them."<|quote|>"No, I'll come. I haven't ... | It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I ... | you so very much for the charming Christmas present. You can imagine my delight when I saw the pink leather case and my surprise at opening it. It really was_ sweet _of you to send me such a charming present. Thank you again very much for it. I hope your party is being a success. It is rather dull here. The others went... | they had far more right in Hetton than herself. Aunt Frances, with acid mind, quickly discerned the trouble and attempted to reassure her, saying, "Dear child, all these feelings of delicacy are valueless; only the rich realize the gulf that separates them from the poor," but the uneasiness persisted, and night after n... | impoverished Lasts). Allan always brought a large cro?te of foie gras, a delicacy of which he was particularly fond. Everyone ate a great deal and became slightly torpid towards Boxing-day evening; silver ladles of burning brandy went round the table, crackers were pulled and opened; paper hats, indoor fireworks, motto... | lack of gusto on her part might be construed by the poor Lasts as superiority. These scruples, had she known it, were quite superfluous, for it never occurred to her husband's relatives to look on her with anything but cousinly cordiality and a certain tolerance, for, as Lasts, they considered they had far more right i... | A Handful Of Dust |
They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda up... | No speaker | in the last three weeks."<|quote|>They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour... | seen so much of you in the last three weeks."<|quote|>They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in... | like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks."<|quote|>They had the whole of Wednesday alone toget... | dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a ... | I saw the pink leather case and my surprise at opening it. It really was_ sweet _of you to send me such a charming present. Thank you again very much for it. I hope your party is being a success. It is rather dull here. The others went hunting yesterday. I went to the meet. They did not have a good day. Mother is here ... | discerned the trouble and attempted to reassure her, saying, "Dear child, all these feelings of delicacy are valueless; only the rich realize the gulf that separates them from the poor," but the uneasiness persisted, and night after night she found herself being sent out of the room, asking or answering questions, perf... | he was particularly fond. Everyone ate a great deal and became slightly torpid towards Boxing-day evening; silver ladles of burning brandy went round the table, crackers were pulled and opened; paper hats, indoor fireworks, mottoes. This year, everything happened in its accustomed way; nothing seemed to menace the peac... | dressed up for charades without a feeling of shyness. Moreover, she was tortured by the fear that any lack of gusto on her part might be construed by the poor Lasts as superiority. These scruples, had she known it, were quite superfluous, for it never occurred to her husband's relatives to look on her with anything but... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I'll tell you something very odd," | Tony Last | the news to Brenda upstairs.<|quote|>"I'll tell you something very odd,"</|quote|>he said. "Who do you | first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs.<|quote|>"I'll tell you something very odd,"</|quote|>he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our | Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs.<|quote|>"I'll ... | it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and T... | They did not have a good day. Mother is here too and sends her love. We shall be leaving to-morrow or the day after. Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, sc... | manners, paying forfeits, drawing pictures, writing verses, dressing herself up and even being chased about the house, and secluded in cupboards, at the will of her relatives. Christmas was on a Friday that year, so the party was a long one, from Thursday until Monday. She had forbidden Beaver to send her a present or ... | choir came up and sang carols in the pitch-pine gallery, and later devoured hot punch and sweet biscuits. The vicar preached his usual Christmas sermon. It was one to which his parishioners were greatly attached. "How difficult it is for us," he began, blandly surveying his congregation, who coughed into their mufflers... | but in spite of this she awaited the posts nervously, hoping that he might have disobeyed her. She had sent him to Ireland a ring of three interlocked hoops of gold and platinum. An hour after ordering it she regretted her choice. On Tuesday a letter came from him thanking her. _Darling Brenda_, he wrote. _Thank you so... | A Handful Of Dust |
he said. | No speaker | tell you something very odd,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Who do you think is | news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend | and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"... | Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She ... | day. Mother is here too and sends her love. We shall be leaving to-morrow or the day after. Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wi... | verses, dressing herself up and even being chased about the house, and secluded in cupboards, at the will of her relatives. Christmas was on a Friday that year, so the party was a long one, from Thursday until Monday. She had forbidden Beaver to send her a present or to write to her; in self-protection, for she knew th... | in the pitch-pine gallery, and later devoured hot punch and sweet biscuits. The vicar preached his usual Christmas sermon. It was one to which his parishioners were greatly attached. "How difficult it is for us," he began, blandly surveying his congregation, who coughed into their mufflers and chafed their chilblains u... | a letter came from him thanking her. _Darling Brenda_, he wrote. _Thank you so very much for the charming Christmas present. You can imagine my delight when I saw the pink leather case and my surprise at opening it. It really was_ sweet _of you to send me such a charming present. Thank you again very much for it. I hop... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Who do you think is here?" | Tony Last | something very odd," he said.<|quote|>"Who do you think is here?"</|quote|>"Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." | Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said.<|quote|>"Who do you think is here?"</|quote|>"Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, | fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said.<|quote|>"Who do you think is ... | become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was parti... | is here too and sends her love. We shall be leaving to-morrow or the day after. Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces be... | herself up and even being chased about the house, and secluded in cupboards, at the will of her relatives. Christmas was on a Friday that year, so the party was a long one, from Thursday until Monday. She had forbidden Beaver to send her a present or to write to her; in self-protection, for she knew that whatever he sa... | pitch-pine gallery, and later devoured hot punch and sweet biscuits. The vicar preached his usual Christmas sermon. It was one to which his parishioners were greatly attached. "How difficult it is for us," he began, blandly surveying his congregation, who coughed into their mufflers and chafed their chilblains under th... | she known it, were quite superfluous, for it never occurred to her husband's relatives to look on her with anything but cousinly cordiality and a certain tolerance, for, as Lasts, they considered they had far more right in Hetton than herself. Aunt Frances, with acid mind, quickly discerned the trouble and attempted to... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Who?" | Brenda | do you think is here?"<|quote|>"Who?"</|quote|>"Our old friend Beaver." "Why's | very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?"<|quote|>"Who?"</|quote|>"Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, I | to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?"<|quote|>"Who?"</|quote|>"Our old friend Beaver." "W... | Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time... | love. We shall be leaving to-morrow or the day after. Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda fe... | about the house, and secluded in cupboards, at the will of her relatives. Christmas was on a Friday that year, so the party was a long one, from Thursday until Monday. She had forbidden Beaver to send her a present or to write to her; in self-protection, for she knew that whatever he said would hurt her by its poverty,... | punch and sweet biscuits. The vicar preached his usual Christmas sermon. It was one to which his parishioners were greatly attached. "How difficult it is for us," he began, blandly surveying his congregation, who coughed into their mufflers and chafed their chilblains under their woollen gloves, "to realize that this i... | to reassure her, saying, "Dear child, all these feelings of delicacy are valueless; only the rich realize the gulf that separates them from the poor," but the uneasiness persisted, and night after night she found herself being sent out of the room, asking or answering questions, performing actions in uncouth manners, p... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Our old friend Beaver." | Tony Last | you think is here?" "Who?"<|quote|>"Our old friend Beaver."</|quote|>"Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, | odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?"<|quote|>"Our old friend Beaver."</|quote|>"Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten | him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?"<|quote|>"Our old friend Beaver."</|quote|>"Why'... | He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarc... | We shall be leaving to-morrow or the day after. Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a l... | the house, and secluded in cupboards, at the will of her relatives. Christmas was on a Friday that year, so the party was a long one, from Thursday until Monday. She had forbidden Beaver to send her a present or to write to her; in self-protection, for she knew that whatever he said would hurt her by its poverty, but i... | and sweet biscuits. The vicar preached his usual Christmas sermon. It was one to which his parishioners were greatly attached. "How difficult it is for us," he began, blandly surveying his congregation, who coughed into their mufflers and chafed their chilblains under their woollen gloves, "to realize that this is inde... | the trouble and attempted to reassure her, saying, "Dear child, all these feelings of delicacy are valueless; only the rich realize the gulf that separates them from the poor," but the uneasiness persisted, and night after night she found herself being sent out of the room, asking or answering questions, performing act... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Why's that odd particularly?" | Brenda | "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver."<|quote|>"Why's that odd particularly?"</|quote|>"Oh, I don't know. I'd | do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver."<|quote|>"Why's that odd particularly?"</|quote|>"Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't | and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver."<|quote|>"Why's that odd particularly?"<... | away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. O... | to-morrow or the day after. Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she ... | in cupboards, at the will of her relatives. Christmas was on a Friday that year, so the party was a long one, from Thursday until Monday. She had forbidden Beaver to send her a present or to write to her; in self-protection, for she knew that whatever he said would hurt her by its poverty, but in spite of this she awai... | vicar preached his usual Christmas sermon. It was one to which his parishioners were greatly attached. "How difficult it is for us," he began, blandly surveying his congregation, who coughed into their mufflers and chafed their chilblains under their woollen gloves, "to realize that this is indeed Christmas. Instead of... | disobeyed her. She had sent him to Ireland a ring of three interlocked hoops of gold and platinum. An hour after ordering it she regretted her choice. On Tuesday a letter came from him thanking her. _Darling Brenda_, he wrote. _Thank you so very much for the charming Christmas present. You can imagine my delight when I... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?" | Tony Last | Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?"<|quote|>"Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?"</|quote|>"I daresay." Tony supposed Beaver | here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?"<|quote|>"Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?"</|quote|>"I daresay." Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and | at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?"<|quote|>"Oh, I don't know. I'd f... | I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North t... | after. Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but ... | will of her relatives. Christmas was on a Friday that year, so the party was a long one, from Thursday until Monday. She had forbidden Beaver to send her a present or to write to her; in self-protection, for she knew that whatever he said would hurt her by its poverty, but in spite of this she awaited the posts nervous... | Christmas sermon. It was one to which his parishioners were greatly attached. "How difficult it is for us," he began, blandly surveying his congregation, who coughed into their mufflers and chafed their chilblains under their woollen gloves, "to realize that this is indeed Christmas. Instead of the glowing log fire and... | ravening tiger and exotic camel" had long been bywords in the family, of frequent recurrence in all their games. These games were the hardest part for Brenda. They did not amuse her and she still could not see Tony dressed up for charades without a feeling of shyness. Moreover, she was tortured by the fear that any lac... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I daresay." | Brenda | as he did to us?"<|quote|>"I daresay."</|quote|>Tony supposed Beaver must be | think he sent a telegram as he did to us?"<|quote|>"I daresay."</|quote|>Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains | the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?"<|quote|>"I daresay."</|quote|>Tony supposed Be... | They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda up... | dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a ... | She had forbidden Beaver to send her a present or to write to her; in self-protection, for she knew that whatever he said would hurt her by its poverty, but in spite of this she awaited the posts nervously, hoping that he might have disobeyed her. She had sent him to Ireland a ring of three interlocked hoops of gold an... | his congregation, who coughed into their mufflers and chafed their chilblains under their woollen gloves, "to realize that this is indeed Christmas. Instead of the glowing log fire and windows tight shuttered against the drifting snow, we have only the harsh glare of an alien sun; instead of the happy circle of loved f... | when I saw the pink leather case and my surprise at opening it. It really was_ sweet _of you to send me such a charming present. Thank you again very much for it. I hope your party is being a success. It is rather dull here. The others went hunting yesterday. I went to the meet. They did not have a good day. Mother is ... | A Handful Of Dust |
Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, | No speaker | did to us?" "I daresay."<|quote|>Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said,</|quote|>"All kinds of changes since | sent a telegram as he did to us?" "I daresay."<|quote|>Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said,</|quote|>"All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's | to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?" "I daresay."<|quote|>Tony supposed Beaver must be fairl... | the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "... | later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned sill... | forbidden Beaver to send her a present or to write to her; in self-protection, for she knew that whatever he said would hurt her by its poverty, but in spite of this she awaited the posts nervously, hoping that he might have disobeyed her. She had sent him to Ireland a ring of three interlocked hoops of gold and platin... | who coughed into their mufflers and chafed their chilblains under their woollen gloves, "to realize that this is indeed Christmas. Instead of the glowing log fire and windows tight shuttered against the drifting snow, we have only the harsh glare of an alien sun; instead of the happy circle of loved faces, of home and ... | to send her a present or to write to her; in self-protection, for she knew that whatever he said would hurt her by its poverty, but in spite of this she awaited the posts nervously, hoping that he might have disobeyed her. She had sent him to Ireland a ring of three interlocked hoops of gold and platinum. An hour after... | A Handful Of Dust |
"All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." | Tony Last | agreeable to him. He said,<|quote|>"All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London."</|quote|>"Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, | and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said,<|quote|>"All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London."</|quote|>"Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to | "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?" "I daresay." Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said,<|quote|>"All kinds of changes since we saw y... | to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd par... | hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don'... | that whatever he said would hurt her by its poverty, but in spite of this she awaited the posts nervously, hoping that he might have disobeyed her. She had sent him to Ireland a ring of three interlocked hoops of gold and platinum. An hour after ordering it she regretted her choice. On Tuesday a letter came from him th... | is indeed Christmas. Instead of the glowing log fire and windows tight shuttered against the drifting snow, we have only the harsh glare of an alien sun; instead of the happy circle of loved faces, of home and family, we have the uncomprehending stares of the subjugated, though no doubt grateful, heathen. Instead of th... | for she knew that whatever he said would hurt her by its poverty, but in spite of this she awaited the posts nervously, hoping that he might have disobeyed her. She had sent him to Ireland a ring of three interlocked hoops of gold and platinum. An hour after ordering it she regretted her choice. On Tuesday a letter cam... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, I know." | John Beaver | taken a flat in London."<|quote|>"Yes, I know."</|quote|>"How?" "Well, my mother let | we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London."<|quote|>"Yes, I know."</|quote|>"How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." | all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?" "I daresay." Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London."<|quote|>"Yes, I know."</|quote|>"How?" "Well, my mother let i... | North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'... | this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't see... | she awaited the posts nervously, hoping that he might have disobeyed her. She had sent him to Ireland a ring of three interlocked hoops of gold and platinum. An hour after ordering it she regretted her choice. On Tuesday a letter came from him thanking her. _Darling Brenda_, he wrote. _Thank you so very much for the ch... | drifting snow, we have only the harsh glare of an alien sun; instead of the happy circle of loved faces, of home and family, we have the uncomprehending stares of the subjugated, though no doubt grateful, heathen. Instead of the placid ox and ass of Bethlehem," said the vicar, slightly losing the thread of his comparis... | poor Lasts as superiority. These scruples, had she known it, were quite superfluous, for it never occurred to her husband's relatives to look on her with anything but cousinly cordiality and a certain tolerance, for, as Lasts, they considered they had far more right in Hetton than herself. Aunt Frances, with acid mind,... | A Handful Of Dust |
"How?" | Tony Last | in London." "Yes, I know."<|quote|>"How?"</|quote|>"Well, my mother let it | last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know."<|quote|>"How?"</|quote|>"Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony | hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?" "I daresay." Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know."<|quote|>"How?"</|quote|>"Well, my mother let it to her, you k... | Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a ... | she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you... | posts nervously, hoping that he might have disobeyed her. She had sent him to Ireland a ring of three interlocked hoops of gold and platinum. An hour after ordering it she regretted her choice. On Tuesday a letter came from him thanking her. _Darling Brenda_, he wrote. _Thank you so very much for the charming Christmas... | have only the harsh glare of an alien sun; instead of the happy circle of loved faces, of home and family, we have the uncomprehending stares of the subjugated, though no doubt grateful, heathen. Instead of the placid ox and ass of Bethlehem," said the vicar, slightly losing the thread of his comparisons, "we have for ... | it she regretted her choice. On Tuesday a letter came from him thanking her. _Darling Brenda_, he wrote. _Thank you so very much for the charming Christmas present. You can imagine my delight when I saw the pink leather case and my surprise at opening it. It really was_ sweet _of you to send me such a charming present.... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, my mother let it to her, you know." | John Beaver | London." "Yes, I know." "How?"<|quote|>"Well, my mother let it to her, you know."</|quote|>Tony was greatly surprised and | Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?"<|quote|>"Well, my mother let it to her, you know."</|quote|>Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You | you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?" "I daresay." Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?"<|quote|>"Well, my mother let it to her, you know."</|quote|>T... | was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegra... | showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in ... | nervously, hoping that he might have disobeyed her. She had sent him to Ireland a ring of three interlocked hoops of gold and platinum. An hour after ordering it she regretted her choice. On Tuesday a letter came from him thanking her. _Darling Brenda_, he wrote. _Thank you so very much for the charming Christmas prese... | only the harsh glare of an alien sun; instead of the happy circle of loved faces, of home and family, we have the uncomprehending stares of the subjugated, though no doubt grateful, heathen. Instead of the placid ox and ass of Bethlehem," said the vicar, slightly losing the thread of his comparisons, "we have for compa... | later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned sill... | A Handful Of Dust |
Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. | No speaker | it to her, you know."<|quote|>Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this.</|quote|>"You never told me who | "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know."<|quote|>Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this.</|quote|>"You never told me who was behind your flat. I | did to us?" "I daresay." Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know."<|quote|>Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with thi... | hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?" "I daresay." Tony supposed Be... | never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday ... | had sent him to Ireland a ring of three interlocked hoops of gold and platinum. An hour after ordering it she regretted her choice. On Tuesday a letter came from him thanking her. _Darling Brenda_, he wrote. _Thank you so very much for the charming Christmas present. You can imagine my delight when I saw the pink leath... | of the happy circle of loved faces, of home and family, we have the uncomprehending stares of the subjugated, though no doubt grateful, heathen. Instead of the placid ox and ass of Bethlehem," said the vicar, slightly losing the thread of his comparisons, "we have for companions the ravening tiger and the exotic camel,... | of delicacy are valueless; only the rich realize the gulf that separates them from the poor," but the uneasiness persisted, and night after night she found herself being sent out of the room, asking or answering questions, performing actions in uncouth manners, paying forfeits, drawing pictures, writing verses, dressin... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known." | Tony Last | and taxed Brenda with this.<|quote|>"You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known."</|quote|>"No, darling, that's why." Half | know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this.<|quote|>"You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known."</|quote|>"No, darling, that's why." Half the house party wondered why | be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this.<|quote|>"You never told me who was behind your flat. I m... | tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?" "I daresay." Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agre... | was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony... | interlocked hoops of gold and platinum. An hour after ordering it she regretted her choice. On Tuesday a letter came from him thanking her. _Darling Brenda_, he wrote. _Thank you so very much for the charming Christmas present. You can imagine my delight when I saw the pink leather case and my surprise at opening it. I... | and family, we have the uncomprehending stares of the subjugated, though no doubt grateful, heathen. Instead of the placid ox and ass of Bethlehem," said the vicar, slightly losing the thread of his comparisons, "we have for companions the ravening tiger and the exotic camel, the furtive jackal and the ponderous elepha... | can imagine my delight when I saw the pink leather case and my surprise at opening it. It really was_ sweet _of you to send me such a charming present. Thank you again very much for it. I hope your party is being a success. It is rather dull here. The others went hunting yesterday. I went to the meet. They did not have... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No, darling, that's why." | Brenda | so amiable if I'd known."<|quote|>"No, darling, that's why."</|quote|>Half the house party wondered | I might not have been so amiable if I'd known."<|quote|>"No, darling, that's why."</|quote|>Half the house party wondered why Beaver was there; the | saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known."<|quote|>"No, darling, that's why."</|quote|>Half the house ... | that odd particularly?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?" "I daresay." Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes... | "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thur... | came from him thanking her. _Darling Brenda_, he wrote. _Thank you so very much for the charming Christmas present. You can imagine my delight when I saw the pink leather case and my surprise at opening it. It really was_ sweet _of you to send me such a charming present. Thank you again very much for it. I hope your pa... | ox and ass of Bethlehem," said the vicar, slightly losing the thread of his comparisons, "we have for companions the ravening tiger and the exotic camel, the furtive jackal and the ponderous elephant..." And so on, through the pages of faded manuscript. The words had temporarily touched the heart of many an obdurate tr... | manners, paying forfeits, drawing pictures, writing verses, dressing herself up and even being chased about the house, and secluded in cupboards, at the will of her relatives. Christmas was on a Friday that year, so the party was a long one, from Thursday until Monday. She had forbidden Beaver to send her a present or ... | A Handful Of Dust |
Half the house party wondered why Beaver was there; the other half knew. As a result of this he and Brenda saw each other very little, less than if they had been casual acquaintances, so that Angela remarked to her husband, | No speaker | known." "No, darling, that's why."<|quote|>Half the house party wondered why Beaver was there; the other half knew. As a result of this he and Brenda saw each other very little, less than if they had been casual acquaintances, so that Angela remarked to her husband,</|quote|>"I daresay it was a | been so amiable if I'd known." "No, darling, that's why."<|quote|>Half the house party wondered why Beaver was there; the other half knew. As a result of this he and Brenda saw each other very little, less than if they had been casual acquaintances, so that Angela remarked to her husband,</|quote|>"I daresay it was a m... | taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known." "No, darling, that's why."<|quote|>Half the house party wondered why Beaver was th... | I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?" "I daresay." Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my m... | make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yor... | her. _Darling Brenda_, he wrote. _Thank you so very much for the charming Christmas present. You can imagine my delight when I saw the pink leather case and my surprise at opening it. It really was_ sweet _of you to send me such a charming present. Thank you again very much for it. I hope your party is being a success.... | Bethlehem," said the vicar, slightly losing the thread of his comparisons, "we have for companions the ravening tiger and the exotic camel, the furtive jackal and the ponderous elephant..." And so on, through the pages of faded manuscript. The words had temporarily touched the heart of many an obdurate trooper, and hea... | I hope your party is being a success. It is rather dull here. The others went hunting yesterday. I went to the meet. They did not have a good day. Mother is here too and sends her love. We shall be leaving to-morrow or the day after. Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been... | A Handful Of Dust |
Brenda never started the subject of the half-finished letter, but she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Ne... | No speaker | It's so hard to know."<|quote|>Brenda never started the subject of the half-finished letter, but she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned to... | a mistake to ask him. It's so hard to know."<|quote|>Brenda never started the subject of the half-finished letter, but she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver ... | why Beaver was there; the other half knew. As a result of this he and Brenda saw each other very little, less than if they had been casual acquaintances, so that Angela remarked to her husband, "I daresay it was a mistake to ask him. It's so hard to know."<|quote|>Brenda never started the subject of the half-finished l... | "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known." "No, darling, that's why." Half the house party wondered why Beaver was there; the other half knew. As a re... | North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'... | your party is being a success. It is rather dull here. The others went hunting yesterday. I went to the meet. They did not have a good day. Mother is here too and sends her love. We shall be leaving to-morrow or the day after. Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writin... | he had heard them year after year since Mr Tendril had come to the parish, Tony and most of Tony's guests felt that it was an integral part of their Christmas festivities; one with which they would find it very hard to dispense. "The ravening tiger and exotic camel" had long been bywords in the family, of frequent recu... | this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I've made a New Year resolution." | Brenda | breakfast, she said to Tony,<|quote|>"I've made a New Year resolution."</|quote|>"Anything to do with spending | morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony,<|quote|>"I've made a New Year resolution."</|quote|>"Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh | had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony,<|quote|>"I've made a New Year resolution."</|quote|>... | very little, less than if they had been casual acquaintances, so that Angela remarked to her husband, "I daresay it was a mistake to ask him. It's so hard to know." Brenda never started the subject of the half-finished letter, but she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twistin... | supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind y... | had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly pres... | for Brenda. They did not amuse her and she still could not see Tony dressed up for charades without a feeling of shyness. Moreover, she was tortured by the fear that any lack of gusto on her part might be construed by the poor Lasts as superiority. These scruples, had she known it, were quite superfluous, for it never ... | I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?" "I daresay." Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it t... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Anything to do with spending more time at home?" | Tony Last | made a New Year resolution."<|quote|>"Anything to do with spending more time at home?"</|quote|>"Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. | she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution."<|quote|>"Anything to do with spending more time at home?"</|quote|>"Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serious. I | twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution."<|quote|>"Anything to do with spending more time a... | had been casual acquaintances, so that Angela remarked to her husband, "I daresay it was a mistake to ask him. It's so hard to know." Brenda never started the subject of the half-finished letter, but she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year'... | and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so ami... | without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretf... | her and she still could not see Tony dressed up for charades without a feeling of shyness. Moreover, she was tortured by the fear that any lack of gusto on her part might be construed by the poor Lasts as superiority. These scruples, had she known it, were quite superfluous, for it never occurred to her husband's relat... | said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?" "I daresay." Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serious. I think I'll take a course of something." | Brenda | spending more time at home?"<|quote|>"Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serious. I think I'll take a course of something."</|quote|>"Not bone-setters again? I thought | resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?"<|quote|>"Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serious. I think I'll take a course of something."</|quote|>"Not bone-setters again? I thought that was over." "No, something | there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?"<|quote|>"Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen... | her husband, "I daresay it was a mistake to ask him. It's so hard to know." Brenda never started the subject of the half-finished letter, but she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went... | said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known." "No, darling, that's w... | school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated stay... | up for charades without a feeling of shyness. Moreover, she was tortured by the fear that any lack of gusto on her part might be construed by the poor Lasts as superiority. These scruples, had she known it, were quite superfluous, for it never occurred to her husband's relatives to look on her with anything but cousinl... | his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Not bone-setters again? I thought that was over." | Tony Last | take a course of something."<|quote|>"Not bone-setters again? I thought that was over."</|quote|>"No, something like economics. You | it's serious. I think I'll take a course of something."<|quote|>"Not bone-setters again? I thought that was over."</|quote|>"No, something like economics. You see, I've been thinking. I | together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serious. I think I'll take a course of something."<|quote|>"Not bone-setters again? I thou... | never started the subject of the half-finished letter, but she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morn... | I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known." "No, darling, that's why." Half the house party wondered why Beaver was there; the other half knew. As a result o... | letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so ... | lack of gusto on her part might be construed by the poor Lasts as superiority. These scruples, had she known it, were quite superfluous, for it never occurred to her husband's relatives to look on her with anything but cousinly cordiality and a certain tolerance, for, as Lasts, they considered they had far more right i... | you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?" "I daresay." Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly s... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No, something like economics. You see, I've been thinking. I don't really _do_ anything at all at present. The house runs itself. It seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some use canvassing and writing speech... | Brenda | I thought that was over."<|quote|>"No, something like economics. You see, I've been thinking. I don't really _do_ anything at all at present. The house runs itself. It seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some... | of something." "Not bone-setters again? I thought that was over."<|quote|>"No, something like economics. You see, I've been thinking. I don't really _do_ anything at all at present. The house runs itself. It seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had do... | morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serious. I think I'll take a course of something." "Not bone-setters again? I thought that was over."<|quote|>"No, something l... | but she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony... | to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known." "No, darling, that's why." Half the house party wondered why Beaver was there; the other half knew. As a result of this he and Brenda saw each other very... | "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had... | construed by the poor Lasts as superiority. These scruples, had she known it, were quite superfluous, for it never occurred to her husband's relatives to look on her with anything but cousinly cordiality and a certain tolerance, for, as Lasts, they considered they had far more right in Hetton than herself. Aunt Frances... | a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known." "No, darling, that's why." Half the house party wondered why Beaver was there; the other... | A Handful Of Dust |
"It's one better than the bone-setters," | Tony Last | it's rather a good idea?"<|quote|>"It's one better than the bone-setters,"</|quote|>Tony admitted. That was how | girls go. Don't you think it's rather a good idea?"<|quote|>"It's one better than the bone-setters,"</|quote|>Tony admitted. That was how the New Year began. CHAPTER | course of economics I could be some use canvassing and writing speeches and things--you know, the way Marjorie did when Allan was standing on the Clydeside. There are all sorts of lectures in London, to do with the University, where girls go. Don't you think it's rather a good idea?"<|quote|>"It's one better than the b... | I thought that was over." "No, something like economics. You see, I've been thinking. I don't really _do_ anything at all at present. The house runs itself. It seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some use can... | subject of the half-finished letter, but she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they we... | was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegra... | she found herself being sent out of the room, asking or answering questions, performing actions in uncouth manners, paying forfeits, drawing pictures, writing verses, dressing herself up and even being chased about the house, and secluded in cupboards, at the will of her relatives. Christmas was on a Friday that year, ... | was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known." "No, darling, that's why." Half the house party wondered why Beaver was there; the other half knew. As a result of this he and Brenda saw each other very little, less than if they had been casual acquaintances, so that Angela remarked to her husband,... | A Handful Of Dust |
Tony admitted. That was how the New Year began. CHAPTER III HARD CHEESE ON TONY [I] It is not uncommon at Bratt's Club, between nine and ten in the evening, to find men in white ties and tail coats sitting by themselves and eating, in evident low spirits, large and extravagant dinners. They are those who have been aban... | No speaker | one better than the bone-setters,"<|quote|>Tony admitted. That was how the New Year began. CHAPTER III HARD CHEESE ON TONY [I] It is not uncommon at Bratt's Club, between nine and ten in the evening, to find men in white ties and tail coats sitting by themselves and eating, in evident low spirits, large and extravagant... | rather a good idea?" "It's one better than the bone-setters,"<|quote|>Tony admitted. That was how the New Year began. CHAPTER III HARD CHEESE ON TONY [I] It is not uncommon at Bratt's Club, between nine and ten in the evening, to find men in white ties and tail coats sitting by themselves and eating, in evident low spi... | some use canvassing and writing speeches and things--you know, the way Marjorie did when Allan was standing on the Clydeside. There are all sorts of lectures in London, to do with the University, where girls go. Don't you think it's rather a good idea?" "It's one better than the bone-setters,"<|quote|>Tony admitted. Th... | something like economics. You see, I've been thinking. I don't really _do_ anything at all at present. The house runs itself. It seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some use canvassing and writing speeches an... | she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I... | the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver." "Why's that odd particularly?" "Oh, I don't know. I'd forgotten all about him, hadn't you? D'you think he sent a telegram as he did to us?" "I daresay." T... | of the room, asking or answering questions, performing actions in uncouth manners, paying forfeits, drawing pictures, writing verses, dressing herself up and even being chased about the house, and secluded in cupboards, at the will of her relatives. Christmas was on a Friday that year, so the party was a long one, from... | Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she sho... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Anyone here?" | Jock Grant-Menzies | Grant-Menzies arrived at the club.<|quote|>"Anyone here?"</|quote|>"Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr | the middle of February, Jock Grant-Menzies arrived at the club.<|quote|>"Anyone here?"</|quote|>"Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-room." | finding the club deserted or peopled by strangers. So they sit there, round the walls, morosely regarding the mahogany tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in this mood and for this reason that, one evening towards the middle of February, Jock Grant-Menzies arrived at the club.<|quote|>"Anyone he... | towards the revolving doors and alternatively taking out their watches and ordering cocktails, until at length a telephone message has been brought them that their guests are unable to come. Then they go to Bratt's, half hoping to find friends but, more often than not, taking a melancholy satisfaction in finding the cl... | University, where girls go. Don't you think it's rather a good idea?" "It's one better than the bone-setters," Tony admitted. That was how the New Year began. CHAPTER III HARD CHEESE ON TONY [I] It is not uncommon at Bratt's Club, between nine and ten in the evening, to find men in white ties and tail coats sitting by ... | to ask him. It's so hard to know." Brenda never started the subject of the half-finished letter, but she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returne... | you again very much for it. I hope your party is being a success. It is rather dull here. The others went hunting yesterday. I went to the meet. They did not have a good day. Mother is here too and sends her love. We shall be leaving to-morrow or the day after. Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the botto... | "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known." "No, darling, that's why." H... | A Handful Of Dust |
Jock found him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. | No speaker | Last is in the dining-room."<|quote|>Jock found him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy.</|quote|>"Hullo," he ... | "Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-room."<|quote|>Jock found him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of B... | round the walls, morosely regarding the mahogany tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in this mood and for this reason that, one evening towards the middle of February, Jock Grant-Menzies arrived at the club. "Anyone here?" "Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-room."<|quote|>Jock f... | cocktails, until at length a telephone message has been brought them that their guests are unable to come. Then they go to Bratt's, half hoping to find friends but, more often than not, taking a melancholy satisfaction in finding the club deserted or peopled by strangers. So they sit there, round the walls, morosely re... | "It's one better than the bone-setters," Tony admitted. That was how the New Year began. CHAPTER III HARD CHEESE ON TONY [I] It is not uncommon at Bratt's Club, between nine and ten in the evening, to find men in white ties and tail coats sitting by themselves and eating, in evident low spirits, large and extravagant d... | subject of the half-finished letter, but she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they we... | a success. It is rather dull here. The others went hunting yesterday. I went to the meet. They did not have a good day. Mother is here too and sends her love. We shall be leaving to-morrow or the day after. Mother has got rather a cold._ It ended there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner a... | flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known." "No, darling, that's why." Half the house party wondered why Beaver was there; the other h... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Hullo," | Tony Last | through a bottle of Burgundy.<|quote|>"Hullo,"</|quote|>he said. "Chucked? Come and | and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy.<|quote|>"Hullo,"</|quote|>he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some | dining-room." Jock found him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy.<|quote|>"Hullo,"</|quote|>he said. "Chucked?... | there, round the walls, morosely regarding the mahogany tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in this mood and for this reason that, one evening towards the middle of February, Jock Grant-Menzies arrived at the club. "Anyone here?" "Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-room." Jock fo... | eating, in evident low spirits, large and extravagant dinners. They are those who have been abandoned at the last minute by their women. For twenty minutes or so they have sat in the foyer of some restaurant, gazing expectantly towards the revolving doors and alternatively taking out their watches and ordering cocktail... | the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serious. I think I'll take a course of something." "Not bone-setters again? I thought that was over." ... | there at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't com... | III HARD CHEESE ON TONY [I] It is not uncommon at Bratt's Club, between nine and ten in the evening, to find men in white ties and tail coats sitting by themselves and eating, in evident low spirits, large and extravagant dinners. They are those who have been abandoned at the last minute by their women. For twenty minu... | A Handful Of Dust |
he said. | No speaker | a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Chucked? Come and join me." | three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since | Jock found him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Chucked? Come and join... | round the walls, morosely regarding the mahogany tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in this mood and for this reason that, one evening towards the middle of February, Jock Grant-Menzies arrived at the club. "Anyone here?" "Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-room." Jock found him... | in evident low spirits, large and extravagant dinners. They are those who have been abandoned at the last minute by their women. For twenty minutes or so they have sat in the foyer of some restaurant, gazing expectantly towards the revolving doors and alternatively taking out their watches and ordering cocktails, until... | back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serious. I think I'll take a course of something." "Not bone-setters again? I thought that was over." "No,... | at the bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain,... | lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Chucked? Come and join me." | Tony Last | of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said.<|quote|>"Chucked? Come and join me."</|quote|>It was some time since | the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said.<|quote|>"Chucked? Come and join me."</|quote|>It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the | him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said.<|quote|>"Chucked? Come and join me."</|quote|>It wa... | walls, morosely regarding the mahogany tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in this mood and for this reason that, one evening towards the middle of February, Jock Grant-Menzies arrived at the club. "Anyone here?" "Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-room." Jock found him seated in... | low spirits, large and extravagant dinners. They are those who have been abandoned at the last minute by their women. For twenty minutes or so they have sat in the foyer of some restaurant, gazing expectantly towards the revolving doors and alternatively taking out their watches and ordering cocktails, until at length ... | a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serious. I think I'll take a course of something." "Not bone-setters again? I thought that was over." "No, somethi... | bottom of a page. Beaver had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's n... | mistake to ask him. It's so hard to know." Brenda never started the subject of the half-finished letter, but she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda... | A Handful Of Dust |
It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. | No speaker | "Chucked? Come and join me."<|quote|>It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table.</|quote|>"Been chucked?" asked Tony again. | of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me."<|quote|>It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table.</|quote|>"Been chucked?" ... | he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me."<|quote|>It was some time since Jock had seen T... | tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in this mood and for this reason that, one evening towards the middle of February, Jock Grant-Menzies arrived at the club. "Anyone here?" "Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-room." Jock found him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the t... | dinners. They are those who have been abandoned at the last minute by their women. For twenty minutes or so they have sat in the foyer of some restaurant, gazing expectantly towards the revolving doors and alternatively taking out their watches and ordering cocktails, until at length a telephone message has been brough... | they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serious. I think I'll take a course of something." "Not bone-setters again? I thought that was over." "No, something like economics. You see,... | had been writing it before dinner and later had put it in the envelope without remembering to finish it. He wrote a large, school-girlish hand with wide spaces between the lines. Brenda felt a little sick when she read this letter but she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me... | reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serious. I think I'll take a course of something." "Not bone-setters again? I thought that was over." "No, something like economics. You see, I've been thinking. I don't really _do_ anything at all at present. The house runs itself. It seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're alway... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Been chucked?" | Tony Last | sat down at Tony's table.<|quote|>"Been chucked?"</|quote|>asked Tony again. "Yes, it's | and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table.<|quote|>"Been chucked?"</|quote|>asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask | "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table.<|quote|>"Been chucked?"</|quote|>asked Tony ag... | dining-room." Jock found him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me... | ordering cocktails, until at length a telephone message has been brought them that their guests are unable to come. Then they go to Bratt's, half hoping to find friends but, more often than not, taking a melancholy satisfaction in finding the club deserted or peopled by strangers. So they sit there, round the walls, mo... | again? I thought that was over." "No, something like economics. You see, I've been thinking. I don't really _do_ anything at all at present. The house runs itself. It seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some ... | she showed it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you... | standing on the Clydeside. There are all sorts of lectures in London, to do with the University, where girls go. Don't you think it's rather a good idea?" "It's one better than the bone-setters," Tony admitted. That was how the New Year began. CHAPTER III HARD CHEESE ON TONY [I] It is not uncommon at Bratt's Club, betw... | A Handful Of Dust |
asked Tony again. | No speaker | at Tony's table. "Been chucked?"<|quote|>asked Tony again.</|quote|>"Yes, it's the last time | Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?"<|quote|>asked Tony again.</|quote|>"Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." | said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?"<|quote|>asked Tony again.</|quote|>"Yes, i... | found him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time... | until at length a telephone message has been brought them that their guests are unable to come. Then they go to Bratt's, half hoping to find friends but, more often than not, taking a melancholy satisfaction in finding the club deserted or peopled by strangers. So they sit there, round the walls, morosely regarding the... | thought that was over." "No, something like economics. You see, I've been thinking. I don't really _do_ anything at all at present. The house runs itself. It seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some use canva... | it to Marjorie, saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the las... | it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh no, ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." | Jock Grant-Menzies | "Been chucked?" asked Tony again.<|quote|>"Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out."</|quote|>"Better have a drink. I've | sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again.<|quote|>"Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out."</|quote|>"Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. | and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again.<|quote|>"Yes, it's the last time I ask that b... | in a corner; he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had s... | a telephone message has been brought them that their guests are unable to come. Then they go to Bratt's, half hoping to find friends but, more often than not, taking a melancholy satisfaction in finding the club deserted or peopled by strangers. So they sit there, round the walls, morosely regarding the mahogany tables... | over." "No, something like economics. You see, I've been thinking. I don't really _do_ anything at all at present. The house runs itself. It seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some use canvassing and writing... | saying, "I can't complain, he's never pretended to like me much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." ... | large and extravagant dinners. They are those who have been abandoned at the last minute by their women. For twenty minutes or so they have sat in the foyer of some restaurant, gazing expectantly towards the revolving doors and alternatively taking out their watches and ordering cocktails, until at length a telephone m... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing." | Tony Last | I ask that bitch out."<|quote|>"Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing."</|quote|>They took what was left | "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out."<|quote|>"Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing."</|quote|>They took what was left of the Burgundy and ordered | seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out."<|quote|>"Better have a drink. I've been dri... | and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly... | are unable to come. Then they go to Bratt's, half hoping to find friends but, more often than not, taking a melancholy satisfaction in finding the club deserted or peopled by strangers. So they sit there, round the walls, morosely regarding the mahogany tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in thi... | I don't really _do_ anything at all at present. The house runs itself. It seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some use canvassing and writing speeches and things--you know, the way Marjorie did when Allan was... | much. And anyway it was a damned silly present." Tony had become fretful about his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exer... | know, the way Marjorie did when Allan was standing on the Clydeside. There are all sorts of lectures in London, to do with the University, where girls go. Don't you think it's rather a good idea?" "It's one better than the bone-setters," Tony admitted. That was how the New Year began. CHAPTER III HARD CHEESE ON TONY [I... | A Handful Of Dust |
They took what was left of the Burgundy and ordered another bottle. | No speaker | lot. Much the best thing."<|quote|>They took what was left of the Burgundy and ordered another bottle.</|quote|>"Just come up for the | I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing."<|quote|>They took what was left of the Burgundy and ordered another bottle.</|quote|>"Just come up for the night," said Tony. "Staying here." | wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." "Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing."<|quote|>They took what was left of the Burgundy a... | propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he ... | but, more often than not, taking a melancholy satisfaction in finding the club deserted or peopled by strangers. So they sit there, round the walls, morosely regarding the mahogany tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in this mood and for this reason that, one evening towards the middle of Februa... | seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some use canvassing and writing speeches and things--you know, the way Marjorie did when Allan was standing on the Clydeside. There are all sorts of lectures in London, to ... | his visit to Angela's. He always hated staying away. "Don't come, darling. I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him... | _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some use canvassing and writing speeches and things--you know, the way Marjorie did when Allan was standing on the Clydeside. There are all sorts of lectures in London, to do with the Univers... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Just come up for the night," | Tony Last | Burgundy and ordered another bottle.<|quote|>"Just come up for the night,"</|quote|>said Tony. "Staying here." "You've | what was left of the Burgundy and ordered another bottle.<|quote|>"Just come up for the night,"</|quote|>said Tony. "Staying here." "You've got a flat now, haven't | John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." "Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing." They took what was left of the Burgundy and ordered another bottle.<|quote|>"Just come up for the night,"</|quo... | three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony... | club deserted or peopled by strangers. So they sit there, round the walls, morosely regarding the mahogany tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in this mood and for this reason that, one evening towards the middle of February, Jock Grant-Menzies arrived at the club. "Anyone here?" "Very quiet to-... | about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some use canvassing and writing speeches and things--you know, the way Marjorie did when Allan was standing on the Clydeside. There are all sorts of lectures in London, to do with the University, where girls go. Don't you think it's rathe... | I'll make it all right with them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North t... | home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serious. I think I'll take a course of something... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Tony. | No speaker | come up for the night,"<|quote|>said Tony.</|quote|>"Staying here." "You've got a | and ordered another bottle. "Just come up for the night,"<|quote|>said Tony.</|quote|>"Staying here." "You've got a flat now, haven't you?" "Well, | at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." "Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing." They took what was left of the Burgundy and ordered another bottle. "Just come up for the night,"<|quote|>said Tony.</|quote|>"Staying here." "Yo... | bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony... | So they sit there, round the walls, morosely regarding the mahogany tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in this mood and for this reason that, one evening towards the middle of February, Jock Grant-Menzies arrived at the club. "Anyone here?" "Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-ro... | I had done a course of economics I could be some use canvassing and writing speeches and things--you know, the way Marjorie did when Allan was standing on the Clydeside. There are all sorts of lectures in London, to do with the University, where girls go. Don't you think it's rather a good idea?" "It's one better than ... | them." "No, I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was ther... | was over." "No, something like economics. You see, I've been thinking. I don't really _do_ anything at all at present. The house runs itself. It seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some use canvassing and wri... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Staying here." | Tony Last | for the night," said Tony.<|quote|>"Staying here."</|quote|>"You've got a flat now, | another bottle. "Just come up for the night," said Tony.<|quote|>"Staying here."</|quote|>"You've got a flat now, haven't you?" "Well, Brenda has. | table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." "Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing." They took what was left of the Burgundy and ordered another bottle. "Just come up for the night," said Tony.<|quote|>"Staying here."</|quote|>"You've got a... | Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Y... | sit there, round the walls, morosely regarding the mahogany tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in this mood and for this reason that, one evening towards the middle of February, Jock Grant-Menzies arrived at the club. "Anyone here?" "Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-room." Joc... | done a course of economics I could be some use canvassing and writing speeches and things--you know, the way Marjorie did when Allan was standing on the Clydeside. There are all sorts of lectures in London, to do with the University, where girls go. Don't you think it's rather a good idea?" "It's one better than the bo... | I'll come. I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony disc... | went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serious. I think I'll take a course of some... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You've got a flat now, haven't you?" | Jock Grant-Menzies | night," said Tony. "Staying here."<|quote|>"You've got a flat now, haven't you?"</|quote|>"Well, Brenda has. There isn't | "Just come up for the night," said Tony. "Staying here."<|quote|>"You've got a flat now, haven't you?"</|quote|>"Well, Brenda has. There isn't really room for two... we | chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." "Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing." They took what was left of the Burgundy and ordered another bottle. "Just come up for the night," said Tony. "Staying here."<|quote|>"You've got a flat now, haven't you... | he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last t... | round the walls, morosely regarding the mahogany tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in this mood and for this reason that, one evening towards the middle of February, Jock Grant-Menzies arrived at the club. "Anyone here?" "Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-room." Jock found him... | course of economics I could be some use canvassing and writing speeches and things--you know, the way Marjorie did when Allan was standing on the Clydeside. There are all sorts of lectures in London, to do with the University, where girls go. Don't you think it's rather a good idea?" "It's one better than the bone-sett... | I haven't seen so much of you in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him ... | and extravagant dinners. They are those who have been abandoned at the last minute by their women. For twenty minutes or so they have sat in the foyer of some restaurant, gazing expectantly towards the revolving doors and alternatively taking out their watches and ordering cocktails, until at length a telephone message... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, Brenda has. There isn't really room for two... we tried it once and it wasn't a success." | Tony Last | a flat now, haven't you?"<|quote|>"Well, Brenda has. There isn't really room for two... we tried it once and it wasn't a success."</|quote|>"What's she doing to-night?" "Out | Tony. "Staying here." "You've got a flat now, haven't you?"<|quote|>"Well, Brenda has. There isn't really room for two... we tried it once and it wasn't a success."</|quote|>"What's she doing to-night?" "Out somewhere. I didn't let her | last time I ask that bitch out." "Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing." They took what was left of the Burgundy and ordered another bottle. "Just come up for the night," said Tony. "Staying here." "You've got a flat now, haven't you?"<|quote|>"Well, Brenda has. There isn't really ro... | It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." "Better hav... | tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in this mood and for this reason that, one evening towards the middle of February, Jock Grant-Menzies arrived at the club. "Anyone here?" "Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-room." Jock found him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the t... | use canvassing and writing speeches and things--you know, the way Marjorie did when Allan was standing on the Clydeside. There are all sorts of lectures in London, to do with the University, where girls go. Don't you think it's rather a good idea?" "It's one better than the bone-setters," Tony admitted. That was how th... | in the last three weeks." They had the whole of Wednesday alone together. Brenda exerted herself and Tony's fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and bro... | economics. You see, I've been thinking. I don't really _do_ anything at all at present. The house runs itself. It seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some use canvassing and writing speeches and things--you k... | A Handful Of Dust |
"What's she doing to-night?" | Jock Grant-Menzies | and it wasn't a success."<|quote|>"What's she doing to-night?"</|quote|>"Out somewhere. I didn't let | two... we tried it once and it wasn't a success."<|quote|>"What's she doing to-night?"</|quote|>"Out somewhere. I didn't let her know I was coming... | the best thing." They took what was left of the Burgundy and ordered another bottle. "Just come up for the night," said Tony. "Staying here." "You've got a flat now, haven't you?" "Well, Brenda has. There isn't really room for two... we tried it once and it wasn't a success."<|quote|>"What's she doing to-night?"</|quot... | friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." "Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing." They took what was left of the Bu... | one evening towards the middle of February, Jock Grant-Menzies arrived at the club. "Anyone here?" "Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-room." Jock found him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front... | Clydeside. There are all sorts of lectures in London, to do with the University, where girls go. Don't you think it's rather a good idea?" "It's one better than the bone-setters," Tony admitted. That was how the New Year began. CHAPTER III HARD CHEESE ON TONY [I] It is not uncommon at Bratt's Club, between nine and ten... | fretfulness subsided. She was particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "... | all at present. The house runs itself. It seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some use canvassing and writing speeches and things--you know, the way Marjorie did when Allan was standing on the Clydeside. Ther... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Out somewhere. I didn't let her know I was coming... silly not to, but you see I got fed up with being alone at Hetton and thought I'd like to see Brenda, so I came up suddenly on the spur of the moment, just like that. Damned silly thing to do. Might have known she'd be going out somewhere... she's very high-principl... | Tony Last | success." "What's she doing to-night?"<|quote|>"Out somewhere. I didn't let her know I was coming... silly not to, but you see I got fed up with being alone at Hetton and thought I'd like to see Brenda, so I came up suddenly on the spur of the moment, just like that. Damned silly thing to do. Might have known she'd be ... | once and it wasn't a success." "What's she doing to-night?"<|quote|>"Out somewhere. I didn't let her know I was coming... silly not to, but you see I got fed up with being alone at Hetton and thought I'd like to see Brenda, so I came up suddenly on the spur of the moment, just like that. Damned silly thing to do. Might... | took what was left of the Burgundy and ordered another bottle. "Just come up for the night," said Tony. "Staying here." "You've got a flat now, haven't you?" "Well, Brenda has. There isn't really room for two... we tried it once and it wasn't a success." "What's she doing to-night?"<|quote|>"Out somewhere. I didn't let... | how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." "Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing." They took what was left of the Burgundy and ordered another... | middle of February, Jock Grant-Menzies arrived at the club. "Anyone here?" "Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-room." Jock found him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way... | sorts of lectures in London, to do with the University, where girls go. Don't you think it's rather a good idea?" "It's one better than the bone-setters," Tony admitted. That was how the New Year began. CHAPTER III HARD CHEESE ON TONY [I] It is not uncommon at Bratt's Club, between nine and ten in the evening, to find ... | particularly tender to him at this time and scarcely teased him at all. On Thursday they went North to Yorkshire. Beaver was there. Tony discovered him in the first half hour and brought the news to Brenda upstairs. "I'll tell you something very odd," he said. "Who do you think is here?" "Who?" "Our old friend Beaver."... | "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serious. I think I'll take a course of something." "Not bone-setters again? I thought that was over." "No, something like economics. You see, I've been thinking. I don't really _do_ anyth... | A Handful Of Dust |
They drank a lot. Tony did most of the talking. | No speaker | if she can get away."<|quote|>They drank a lot. Tony did most of the talking.</|quote|>"Extraordinary idea of hers, taking | ring me up here later, if she can get away."<|quote|>They drank a lot. Tony did most of the talking.</|quote|>"Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up economics," he said. "I | Brenda, so I came up suddenly on the spur of the moment, just like that. Damned silly thing to do. Might have known she'd be going out somewhere... she's very high-principled about chucking... so there it is. She's going to ring me up here later, if she can get away."<|quote|>They drank a lot. Tony did most of the talk... | There isn't really room for two... we tried it once and it wasn't a success." "What's she doing to-night?" "Out somewhere. I didn't let her know I was coming... silly not to, but you see I got fed up with being alone at Hetton and thought I'd like to see Brenda, so I came up suddenly on the spur of the moment, just lik... | time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." "Better have a drink. I... | those who have been abandoned at the last minute by their women. For twenty minutes or so they have sat in the foyer of some restaurant, gazing expectantly towards the revolving doors and alternatively taking out their watches and ordering cocktails, until at length a telephone message has been brought them that their ... | to us?" "I daresay." Tony supposed Beaver must be fairly lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You neve... | thought that was over." "No, something like economics. You see, I've been thinking. I don't really _do_ anything at all at present. The house runs itself. It seems to me time I _took_ to something. Now you're always talking about going into Parliament. Well, if I had done a course of economics I could be some use canva... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up economics," | Tony Last | did most of the talking.<|quote|>"Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up economics,"</|quote|>he said. "I never thought | They drank a lot. Tony did most of the talking.<|quote|>"Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up economics,"</|quote|>he said. "I never thought it would last, but she | the moment, just like that. Damned silly thing to do. Might have known she'd be going out somewhere... she's very high-principled about chucking... so there it is. She's going to ring me up here later, if she can get away." They drank a lot. Tony did most of the talking.<|quote|>"Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up e... | and it wasn't a success." "What's she doing to-night?" "Out somewhere. I didn't let her know I was coming... silly not to, but you see I got fed up with being alone at Hetton and thought I'd like to see Brenda, so I came up suddenly on the spur of the moment, just like that. Damned silly thing to do. Might have known s... | slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." "Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing." They t... | their women. For twenty minutes or so they have sat in the foyer of some restaurant, gazing expectantly towards the revolving doors and alternatively taking out their watches and ordering cocktails, until at length a telephone message has been brought them that their guests are unable to come. Then they go to Bratt's, ... | lonely and took pains to be agreeable to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been... | but, more often than not, taking a melancholy satisfaction in finding the club deserted or peopled by strangers. So they sit there, round the walls, morosely regarding the mahogany tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in this mood and for this reason that, one evening towards the middle of Februa... | A Handful Of Dust |
he said. | No speaker | of hers, taking up economics,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I never thought it would | of the talking. "Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up economics,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I never thought it would last, but she seems really | thing to do. Might have known she'd be going out somewhere... she's very high-principled about chucking... so there it is. She's going to ring me up here later, if she can get away." They drank a lot. Tony did most of the talking. "Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up economics,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I never tho... | doing to-night?" "Out somewhere. I didn't let her know I was coming... silly not to, but you see I got fed up with being alone at Hetton and thought I'd like to see Brenda, so I came up suddenly on the spur of the moment, just like that. Damned silly thing to do. Might have known she'd be going out somewhere... she's v... | was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." "Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing." They took what was left of the Burgundy and o... | they have sat in the foyer of some restaurant, gazing expectantly towards the revolving doors and alternatively taking out their watches and ordering cocktails, until at length a telephone message has been brought them that their guests are unable to come. Then they go to Bratt's, half hoping to find friends but, more ... | to him. He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known." "No, darlin... | economics I could be some use canvassing and writing speeches and things--you know, the way Marjorie did when Allan was standing on the Clydeside. There are all sorts of lectures in London, to do with the University, where girls go. Don't you think it's rather a good idea?" "It's one better than the bone-setters," Tony... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I never thought it would last, but she seems really keen on it... I suppose it's a good plan. You know there wasn't really much for her to do all the time at Hetton. Of course she'd rather die than admit it, but I believe she got a bit bored there sometimes. I've been thinking it over and that's the conclusion I came ... | Tony Last | taking up economics," he said.<|quote|>"I never thought it would last, but she seems really keen on it... I suppose it's a good plan. You know there wasn't really much for her to do all the time at Hetton. Of course she'd rather die than admit it, but I believe she got a bit bored there sometimes. I've been thinking it... | talking. "Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up economics," he said.<|quote|>"I never thought it would last, but she seems really keen on it... I suppose it's a good plan. You know there wasn't really much for her to do all the time at Hetton. Of course she'd rather die than admit it, but I believe she got a bit bored ... | do. Might have known she'd be going out somewhere... she's very high-principled about chucking... so there it is. She's going to ring me up here later, if she can get away." They drank a lot. Tony did most of the talking. "Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up economics," he said.<|quote|>"I never thought it would last... | "Out somewhere. I didn't let her know I was coming... silly not to, but you see I got fed up with being alone at Hetton and thought I'd like to see Brenda, so I came up suddenly on the spur of the moment, just like that. Damned silly thing to do. Might have known she'd be going out somewhere... she's very high-principl... | how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." "Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing." They took what was left of the Burgundy and ordered another... | sat in the foyer of some restaurant, gazing expectantly towards the revolving doors and alternatively taking out their watches and ordering cocktails, until at length a telephone message has been brought them that their guests are unable to come. Then they go to Bratt's, half hoping to find friends but, more often than... | He said, "All kinds of changes since we saw you last. Brenda's taken a flat in London." "Yes, I know." "How?" "Well, my mother let it to her, you know." Tony was greatly surprised and taxed Brenda with this. "You never told me who was behind your flat. I might not have been so amiable if I'd known." "No, darling, that'... | are unable to come. Then they go to Bratt's, half hoping to find friends but, more often than not, taking a melancholy satisfaction in finding the club deserted or peopled by strangers. So they sit there, round the walls, morosely regarding the mahogany tables before them, and eating and drinking heavily. It was in thi... | A Handful Of Dust |
"People from the school of economics?" | Jock Grant-Menzies | on with Brenda's new friends."<|quote|>"People from the school of economics?"</|quote|>"No, but ones I don't | I don't seem to get on with Brenda's new friends."<|quote|>"People from the school of economics?"</|quote|>"No, but ones I don't know. I believe I bore | over and that's the conclusion I came to. Brenda must have been bored... Daresay she'll get bored with economics some time... Anyway, she seems cheerful enough now. We've had parties every week-end lately... I wish you'd come down sometimes, Jock. I don't seem to get on with Brenda's new friends."<|quote|>"People from ... | but she seems really keen on it... I suppose it's a good plan. You know there wasn't really much for her to do all the time at Hetton. Of course she'd rather die than admit it, but I believe she got a bit bored there sometimes. I've been thinking it over and that's the conclusion I came to. Brenda must have been bored.... | know I was coming... silly not to, but you see I got fed up with being alone at Hetton and thought I'd like to see Brenda, so I came up suddenly on the spur of the moment, just like that. Damned silly thing to do. Might have known she'd be going out somewhere... she's very high-principled about chucking... so there it ... | at the club. "Anyone here?" "Very quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-room." Jock found him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way t... | was a mistake to ask him. It's so hard to know." Brenda never started the subject of the half-finished letter, but she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and ... | how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." "Better have a drink. I've been drinking a whole lot. Much the best thing." They took what was left of the Burgundy and ordered another bottle. "Just com... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No, but ones I don't know. I believe I bore them. Thinking it over, that's the conclusion I've come to. I bore them. They talk about me as" | Tony Last | from the school of economics?"<|quote|>"No, but ones I don't know. I believe I bore them. Thinking it over, that's the conclusion I've come to. I bore them. They talk about me as"</|quote|>"the old boy". "John heard | with Brenda's new friends." "People from the school of economics?"<|quote|>"No, but ones I don't know. I believe I bore them. Thinking it over, that's the conclusion I've come to. I bore them. They talk about me as"</|quote|>"the old boy". "John heard them." "Well, that's friendly enough." | came to. Brenda must have been bored... Daresay she'll get bored with economics some time... Anyway, she seems cheerful enough now. We've had parties every week-end lately... I wish you'd come down sometimes, Jock. I don't seem to get on with Brenda's new friends." "People from the school of economics?"<|quote|>"No, bu... | it... I suppose it's a good plan. You know there wasn't really much for her to do all the time at Hetton. Of course she'd rather die than admit it, but I believe she got a bit bored there sometimes. I've been thinking it over and that's the conclusion I came to. Brenda must have been bored... Daresay she'll get bored w... | to, but you see I got fed up with being alone at Hetton and thought I'd like to see Brenda, so I came up suddenly on the spur of the moment, just like that. Damned silly thing to do. Might have known she'd be going out somewhere... she's very high-principled about chucking... so there it is. She's going to ring me up h... | quiet to-night, sir. Mr Last is in the dining-room." Jock found him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hull... | It's so hard to know." Brenda never started the subject of the half-finished letter, but she noticed that Beaver was wearing his ring, and had already acquired a trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together i... | and alternatively taking out their watches and ordering cocktails, until at length a telephone message has been brought them that their guests are unable to come. Then they go to Bratt's, half hoping to find friends but, more often than not, taking a melancholy satisfaction in finding the club deserted or peopled by st... | A Handful Of Dust |
"the old boy". | No speaker | They talk about me as"<|quote|>"the old boy".</|quote|>"John heard them." "Well, that's | come to. I bore them. They talk about me as"<|quote|>"the old boy".</|quote|>"John heard them." "Well, that's friendly enough." "Yes, that's friendly." | wish you'd come down sometimes, Jock. I don't seem to get on with Brenda's new friends." "People from the school of economics?" "No, but ones I don't know. I believe I bore them. Thinking it over, that's the conclusion I've come to. I bore them. They talk about me as"<|quote|>"the old boy".</|quote|>"John heard them." ... | admit it, but I believe she got a bit bored there sometimes. I've been thinking it over and that's the conclusion I came to. Brenda must have been bored... Daresay she'll get bored with economics some time... Anyway, she seems cheerful enough now. We've had parties every week-end lately... I wish you'd come down someti... | of the moment, just like that. Damned silly thing to do. Might have known she'd be going out somewhere... she's very high-principled about chucking... so there it is. She's going to ring me up here later, if she can get away." They drank a lot. Tony did most of the talking. "Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up econom... | side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his fr... | trick of twisting it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time ... | way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucke... | A Handful Of Dust |
"John heard them." | Tony Last | me as" "the old boy".<|quote|>"John heard them."</|quote|>"Well, that's friendly enough." "Yes, | bore them. They talk about me as" "the old boy".<|quote|>"John heard them."</|quote|>"Well, that's friendly enough." "Yes, that's friendly." They finished the | down sometimes, Jock. I don't seem to get on with Brenda's new friends." "People from the school of economics?" "No, but ones I don't know. I believe I bore them. Thinking it over, that's the conclusion I've come to. I bore them. They talk about me as" "the old boy".<|quote|>"John heard them."</|quote|>"Well, that's fr... | I believe she got a bit bored there sometimes. I've been thinking it over and that's the conclusion I came to. Brenda must have been bored... Daresay she'll get bored with economics some time... Anyway, she seems cheerful enough now. We've had parties every week-end lately... I wish you'd come down sometimes, Jock. I d... | just like that. Damned silly thing to do. Might have known she'd be going out somewhere... she's very high-principled about chucking... so there it is. She's going to ring me up here later, if she can get away." They drank a lot. Tony did most of the talking. "Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up economics," he said. ... | with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wonde... | it as he talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh no, ... | seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's the last time I ask that bitch out." "Better have a drink. I've been drinking a ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, that's friendly enough." | Jock Grant-Menzies | old boy". "John heard them."<|quote|>"Well, that's friendly enough."</|quote|>"Yes, that's friendly." They finished | talk about me as" "the old boy". "John heard them."<|quote|>"Well, that's friendly enough."</|quote|>"Yes, that's friendly." They finished the Burgundy and drank some | I don't seem to get on with Brenda's new friends." "People from the school of economics?" "No, but ones I don't know. I believe I bore them. Thinking it over, that's the conclusion I've come to. I bore them. They talk about me as" "the old boy". "John heard them."<|quote|>"Well, that's friendly enough."</|quote|>"Yes, ... | got a bit bored there sometimes. I've been thinking it over and that's the conclusion I came to. Brenda must have been bored... Daresay she'll get bored with economics some time... Anyway, she seems cheerful enough now. We've had parties every week-end lately... I wish you'd come down sometimes, Jock. I don't seem to g... | Damned silly thing to do. Might have known she'd be going out somewhere... she's very high-principled about chucking... so there it is. She's going to ring me up here later, if she can get away." They drank a lot. Tony did most of the talking. "Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up economics," he said. "I never thought... | magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony fe... | talked. On New Year's Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh no, _quite_ t... | "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda and John Beaver. However, he sat down at Tony's table. "Been chucked?" asked Tony again. "Yes, it's t... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, that's friendly." | Tony Last | them." "Well, that's friendly enough."<|quote|>"Yes, that's friendly."</|quote|>They finished the Burgundy and | "the old boy". "John heard them." "Well, that's friendly enough."<|quote|>"Yes, that's friendly."</|quote|>They finished the Burgundy and drank some port. Presently Tony | get on with Brenda's new friends." "People from the school of economics?" "No, but ones I don't know. I believe I bore them. Thinking it over, that's the conclusion I've come to. I bore them. They talk about me as" "the old boy". "John heard them." "Well, that's friendly enough."<|quote|>"Yes, that's friendly."</|quote... | there sometimes. I've been thinking it over and that's the conclusion I came to. Brenda must have been bored... Daresay she'll get bored with economics some time... Anyway, she seems cheerful enough now. We've had parties every week-end lately... I wish you'd come down sometimes, Jock. I don't seem to get on with Brend... | do. Might have known she'd be going out somewhere... she's very high-principled about chucking... so there it is. She's going to ring me up here later, if she can get away." They drank a lot. Tony did most of the talking. "Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up economics," he said. "I never thought it would last, but sh... | up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew abo... | Eve there was a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, To... | in the dining-room." Jock found him seated in a corner; he was in day clothes; the table and the chair at his side were littered with papers and magazines; one was propped up in front of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and ... | A Handful Of Dust |
They finished the Burgundy and drank some port. Presently Tony said, | No speaker | friendly enough." "Yes, that's friendly."<|quote|>They finished the Burgundy and drank some port. Presently Tony said,</|quote|>"I say, come next week-end, | "John heard them." "Well, that's friendly enough." "Yes, that's friendly."<|quote|>They finished the Burgundy and drank some port. Presently Tony said,</|quote|>"I say, come next week-end, will you?" "I think I'd | Brenda's new friends." "People from the school of economics?" "No, but ones I don't know. I believe I bore them. Thinking it over, that's the conclusion I've come to. I bore them. They talk about me as" "the old boy". "John heard them." "Well, that's friendly enough." "Yes, that's friendly."<|quote|>They finished the B... | been thinking it over and that's the conclusion I came to. Brenda must have been bored... Daresay she'll get bored with economics some time... Anyway, she seems cheerful enough now. We've had parties every week-end lately... I wish you'd come down sometimes, Jock. I don't seem to get on with Brenda's new friends." "Peo... | known she'd be going out somewhere... she's very high-principled about chucking... so there it is. She's going to ring me up here later, if she can get away." They drank a lot. Tony did most of the talking. "Extraordinary idea of hers, taking up economics," he said. "I never thought it would last, but she seems really ... | of him. He was half-way through dinner and three-quarters of the way through a bottle of Burgundy. "Hullo," he said. "Chucked? Come and join me." It was some time since Jock had seen Tony; the meeting embarrassed him slightly, for like all his friends, he was wondering how Tony felt and how much he knew about Brenda an... | a party at a neighbouring house. Tony went home early and Beaver and Brenda returned together in the back of a car. Next morning, while they were having breakfast, she said to Tony, "I've made a New Year resolution." "Anything to do with spending more time at home?" "Oh no, _quite_ the reverse. Listen, Tony, it's serio... | restaurant, gazing expectantly towards the revolving doors and alternatively taking out their watches and ordering cocktails, until at length a telephone message has been brought them that their guests are unable to come. Then they go to Bratt's, half hoping to find friends but, more often than not, taking a melancholy... | A Handful Of Dust |
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