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he said weakly. | No speaker | his head. “Walk in, gentlemen,”<|quote|>he said weakly.</|quote|>“I am alive, you see, | sheets he had placed beside his head. “Walk in, gentlemen,”<|quote|>he said weakly.</|quote|>“I am alive, you see, and competent. You are witnesses | doubtfully at one another, when another shot came crashing through an upstairs window. They ran into the house and found Wick Cutter lying on a sofa in his upstairs bedroom, with his throat torn open, bleeding on a roll of sheets he had placed beside his head. “Walk in, gentlemen,”<|quote|>he said weakly.</|quote|>“I a... | Cutter went out behind the hardware store, put up a target, practiced for an hour or so, and then went home. At six o’clock that evening, when several men were passing the Cutter house on their way home to supper, they heard a pistol shot. They paused and were looking doubtfully at one another, when another shot came c... | the fear that Mrs. Cutter would live longer than he, and that eventually her “people,” whom he had always hated so violently, would inherit. Their quarrels on this subject passed the boundary of the close-growing cedars, and were heard in the street by whoever wished to loiter and listen. One morning, two years ago, C... | must tell him, son, though it’s a terrible thing to talk about at supper. Now, all you children be quiet, Rudolph is going to tell about the murder.” “Hurrah! The murder!” the children murmured, looking pleased and interested. Rudolph told his story in great detail, with occasional promptings from his mother or father... | As the younger ones slipped up to him in his retreat, he kept taking things out of his pockets; penny dolls, a wooden clown, a balloon pig that was inflated by a whistle. He beckoned to the little boy they called Jan, whispered to him, and presented him with a paper snake, gently, so as not to startle him. Looking over... | questioned me about her looks, her popularity, her voice; but he particularly wanted to know whether I had noticed her tiny feet, and whether I thought she had saved much money. She was extravagant, of course, but he hoped she would n’t squander everything, and have nothing left when she was old. As a young man, workin... | My Antonia |
One of the neighbors telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter’s room. She was lying on her bed, in her nightgown and wrapper, shot through the heart. Her husband must have come in while she was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, holding the revolver near her breast. Her nightgown was burned f... | No speaker | there will be no mistake.”<|quote|>One of the neighbors telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter’s room. She was lying on her bed, in her nightgown and wrapper, shot through the heart. Her husband must have come in while she was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, holding the revolver near her... | examination at once, so that there will be no mistake.”<|quote|>One of the neighbors telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter’s room. She was lying on her bed, in her nightgown and wrapper, shot through the heart. Her husband must have come in while she was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, ... | sheets he had placed beside his head. “Walk in, gentlemen,” he said weakly. “I am alive, you see, and competent. You are witnesses that I have survived my wife. You will find her in her own room. Please make your examination at once, so that there will be no mistake.”<|quote|>One of the neighbors telephoned for a docto... | they heard a pistol shot. They paused and were looking doubtfully at one another, when another shot came crashing through an upstairs window. They ran into the house and found Wick Cutter lying on a sofa in his upstairs bedroom, with his throat torn open, bleeding on a roll of sheets he had placed beside his head. “Wal... | the street by whoever wished to loiter and listen. One morning, two years ago, Cutter went into the hardware store and bought a pistol, saying he was going to shoot a dog, and adding that he “thought he would take a shot at an old cat while he was about it.” (Here the children interrupted Rudolph’s narrative by smother... | his story in great detail, with occasional promptings from his mother or father. Wick Cutter and his wife had gone on living in the house that Ántonia and I knew so well, and in the way we knew so well. They grew to be very old people. He shriveled up, Ántonia said, until he looked like a little old yellow monkey, for ... | called Jan, whispered to him, and presented him with a paper snake, gently, so as not to startle him. Looking over the boy’s head he said to me, “This one is bashful. He gets left.” Cuzak had brought home with him a roll of illustrated Bohemian papers. He opened them and began to tell his wife the news, much of which s... | looked like a little old yellow monkey, for his beard and his fringe of hair never changed color. Mrs. Cutter remained flushed and wild-eyed as we had known her, but as the years passed she became afflicted with a shaking palsy which made her nervous nod continuous instead of occasional. Her hands were so uncertain tha... | My Antonia |
Then, Rudolph said, | No speaker | My affairs are in order.”<|quote|>Then, Rudolph said,</|quote|>“he let go and died.” | gentlemen, and I am conscious. My affairs are in order.”<|quote|>Then, Rudolph said,</|quote|>“he let go and died.” On his desk the coroner | was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, holding the revolver near her breast. Her nightgown was burned from the powder. The horrified neighbors rushed back to Cutter. He opened his eyes and said distinctly, “Mrs. Cutter is quite dead, gentlemen, and I am conscious. My affairs are in order.”<|quote|>Then, Rudolph sai... | your examination at once, so that there will be no mistake.” One of the neighbors telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter’s room. She was lying on her bed, in her nightgown and wrapper, shot through the heart. Her husband must have come in while she was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, hol... | were passing the Cutter house on their way home to supper, they heard a pistol shot. They paused and were looking doubtfully at one another, when another shot came crashing through an upstairs window. They ran into the house and found Wick Cutter lying on a sofa in his upstairs bedroom, with his throat torn open, bleed... | became afflicted with a shaking palsy which made her nervous nod continuous instead of occasional. Her hands were so uncertain that she could no longer disfigure china, poor woman! As the couple grew older, they quarreled more and more about the ultimate disposition of their “property.” A new law was passed in the Stat... | the singer, Maria Vasak. “You know? You have heard, maybe?” he asked incredulously. When I assured him that I had heard her, he pointed out her picture and told me that Vasak had broken her leg, climbing in the Austrian Alps, and would not be able to fill her engagements. He seemed delighted to find that I had heard he... | Ántonia. She began to carve, and Rudolph, who sat next his mother, started the plates on their way. When everybody was served, he looked across the table at me. “Have you been to Black Hawk lately, Mr. Burden? Then I wonder if you’ve heard about the Cutters?” No, I had heard nothing at all about them. “Then you must te... | My Antonia |
“he let go and died.” | One of Antonia's children | in order.” Then, Rudolph said,<|quote|>“he let go and died.”</|quote|>On his desk the coroner | am conscious. My affairs are in order.” Then, Rudolph said,<|quote|>“he let go and died.”</|quote|>On his desk the coroner found a letter, dated at | afternoon nap and shot her, holding the revolver near her breast. Her nightgown was burned from the powder. The horrified neighbors rushed back to Cutter. He opened his eyes and said distinctly, “Mrs. Cutter is quite dead, gentlemen, and I am conscious. My affairs are in order.” Then, Rudolph said,<|quote|>“he let go a... | once, so that there will be no mistake.” One of the neighbors telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter’s room. She was lying on her bed, in her nightgown and wrapper, shot through the heart. Her husband must have come in while she was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, holding the revolver ne... | Cutter house on their way home to supper, they heard a pistol shot. They paused and were looking doubtfully at one another, when another shot came crashing through an upstairs window. They ran into the house and found Wick Cutter lying on a sofa in his upstairs bedroom, with his throat torn open, bleeding on a roll of ... | a shaking palsy which made her nervous nod continuous instead of occasional. Her hands were so uncertain that she could no longer disfigure china, poor woman! As the couple grew older, they quarreled more and more about the ultimate disposition of their “property.” A new law was passed in the State, securing the surviv... | Vasak. “You know? You have heard, maybe?” he asked incredulously. When I assured him that I had heard her, he pointed out her picture and told me that Vasak had broken her leg, climbing in the Austrian Alps, and would not be able to fill her engagements. He seemed delighted to find that I had heard her sing in London a... | going to shoot a dog, and adding that he “thought he would take a shot at an old cat while he was about it.” (Here the children interrupted Rudolph’s narrative by smothered giggles.) Cutter went out behind the hardware store, put up a target, practiced for an hour or so, and then went home. At six o’clock that evening... | My Antonia |
On his desk the coroner found a letter, dated at five o’clock that afternoon. It stated that he had just shot his wife; that any will she might secretly have made would be invalid, as he survived her. He meant to shoot himself at six o’clock and would, if he had strength, fire a shot through the window in the hope that... | No speaker | “he let go and died.”<|quote|>On his desk the coroner found a letter, dated at five o’clock that afternoon. It stated that he had just shot his wife; that any will she might secretly have made would be invalid, as he survived her. He meant to shoot himself at six o’clock and would, if he had strength, fire a shot throu... | in order.” Then, Rudolph said, “he let go and died.”<|quote|>On his desk the coroner found a letter, dated at five o’clock that afternoon. It stated that he had just shot his wife; that any will she might secretly have made would be invalid, as he survived her. He meant to shoot himself at six o’clock and would, if he ... | holding the revolver near her breast. Her nightgown was burned from the powder. The horrified neighbors rushed back to Cutter. He opened his eyes and said distinctly, “Mrs. Cutter is quite dead, gentlemen, and I am conscious. My affairs are in order.” Then, Rudolph said, “he let go and died.”<|quote|>On his desk the co... | be no mistake.” One of the neighbors telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter’s room. She was lying on her bed, in her nightgown and wrapper, shot through the heart. Her husband must have come in while she was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, holding the revolver near her breast. Her nightg... | home to supper, they heard a pistol shot. They paused and were looking doubtfully at one another, when another shot came crashing through an upstairs window. They ran into the house and found Wick Cutter lying on a sofa in his upstairs bedroom, with his throat torn open, bleeding on a roll of sheets he had placed besid... | her nervous nod continuous instead of occasional. Her hands were so uncertain that she could no longer disfigure china, poor woman! As the couple grew older, they quarreled more and more about the ultimate disposition of their “property.” A new law was passed in the State, securing the surviving wife a third of her hus... | heard, maybe?” he asked incredulously. When I assured him that I had heard her, he pointed out her picture and told me that Vasak had broken her leg, climbing in the Austrian Alps, and would not be able to fill her engagements. He seemed delighted to find that I had heard her sing in London and in Vienna; got out his p... | it’s a terrible thing to talk about at supper. Now, all you children be quiet, Rudolph is going to tell about the murder.” “Hurrah! The murder!” the children murmured, looking pleased and interested. Rudolph told his story in great detail, with occasional promptings from his mother or father. Wick Cutter and his wife... | My Antonia |
as he wrote. | No speaker | him “before life was extinct,”<|quote|>as he wrote.</|quote|>“Now, would you have thought | might come in and see him “before life was extinct,”<|quote|>as he wrote.</|quote|>“Now, would you have thought that man had such a | that any will she might secretly have made would be invalid, as he survived her. He meant to shoot himself at six o’clock and would, if he had strength, fire a shot through the window in the hope that passers-by might come in and see him “before life was extinct,”<|quote|>as he wrote.</|quote|>“Now, would you have thou... | eyes and said distinctly, “Mrs. Cutter is quite dead, gentlemen, and I am conscious. My affairs are in order.” Then, Rudolph said, “he let go and died.” On his desk the coroner found a letter, dated at five o’clock that afternoon. It stated that he had just shot his wife; that any will she might secretly have made woul... | You are witnesses that I have survived my wife. You will find her in her own room. Please make your examination at once, so that there will be no mistake.” One of the neighbors telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter’s room. She was lying on her bed, in her nightgown and wrapper, shot through th... | and that eventually her “people,” whom he had always hated so violently, would inherit. Their quarrels on this subject passed the boundary of the close-growing cedars, and were heard in the street by whoever wished to loiter and listen. One morning, two years ago, Cutter went into the hardware store and bought a pisto... | from his part of Prague. His father used to mend her shoes for her when she was a student. Cuzak questioned me about her looks, her popularity, her voice; but he particularly wanted to know whether I had noticed her tiny feet, and whether I thought she had saved much money. She was extravagant, of course, but he hoped ... | Rudolph’s narrative by smothered giggles.) Cutter went out behind the hardware store, put up a target, practiced for an hour or so, and then went home. At six o’clock that evening, when several men were passing the Cutter house on their way home to supper, they heard a pistol shot. They paused and were looking doubtful... | My Antonia |
Ántonia turned to me after the story was told. | No speaker | had such a cruel heart?”<|quote|>Ántonia turned to me after the story was told.</|quote|>“To go and do that | you have thought that man had such a cruel heart?”<|quote|>Ántonia turned to me after the story was told.</|quote|>“To go and do that poor woman out of any | He meant to shoot himself at six o’clock and would, if he had strength, fire a shot through the window in the hope that passers-by might come in and see him “before life was extinct,” as he wrote. “Now, would you have thought that man had such a cruel heart?”<|quote|>Ántonia turned to me after the story was told.</|quo... | affairs are in order.” Then, Rudolph said, “he let go and died.” On his desk the coroner found a letter, dated at five o’clock that afternoon. It stated that he had just shot his wife; that any will she might secretly have made would be invalid, as he survived her. He meant to shoot himself at six o’clock and would, if... | own room. Please make your examination at once, so that there will be no mistake.” One of the neighbors telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter’s room. She was lying on her bed, in her nightgown and wrapper, shot through the heart. Her husband must have come in while she was taking her afternoon... | quarrels on this subject passed the boundary of the close-growing cedars, and were heard in the street by whoever wished to loiter and listen. One morning, two years ago, Cutter went into the hardware store and bought a pistol, saying he was going to shoot a dog, and adding that he “thought he would take a shot at an o... | she was a student. Cuzak questioned me about her looks, her popularity, her voice; but he particularly wanted to know whether I had noticed her tiny feet, and whether I thought she had saved much money. She was extravagant, of course, but he hoped she would n’t squander everything, and have nothing left when she was ol... | her in her own room. Please make your examination at once, so that there will be no mistake.” One of the neighbors telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter’s room. She was lying on her bed, in her nightgown and wrapper, shot through the heart. Her husband must have come in while she was taking he... | My Antonia |
“To go and do that poor woman out of any comfort she might have from his money after he was gone!” | Antonia | after the story was told.<|quote|>“To go and do that poor woman out of any comfort she might have from his money after he was gone!”</|quote|>“Did you ever hear of | heart?” Ántonia turned to me after the story was told.<|quote|>“To go and do that poor woman out of any comfort she might have from his money after he was gone!”</|quote|>“Did you ever hear of anybody else that killed himself | would, if he had strength, fire a shot through the window in the hope that passers-by might come in and see him “before life was extinct,” as he wrote. “Now, would you have thought that man had such a cruel heart?” Ántonia turned to me after the story was told.<|quote|>“To go and do that poor woman out of any comfort s... | go and died.” On his desk the coroner found a letter, dated at five o’clock that afternoon. It stated that he had just shot his wife; that any will she might secretly have made would be invalid, as he survived her. He meant to shoot himself at six o’clock and would, if he had strength, fire a shot through the window in... | that there will be no mistake.” One of the neighbors telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter’s room. She was lying on her bed, in her nightgown and wrapper, shot through the heart. Her husband must have come in while she was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, holding the revolver near her br... | close-growing cedars, and were heard in the street by whoever wished to loiter and listen. One morning, two years ago, Cutter went into the hardware store and bought a pistol, saying he was going to shoot a dog, and adding that he “thought he would take a shot at an old cat while he was about it.” (Here the children in... | looks, her popularity, her voice; but he particularly wanted to know whether I had noticed her tiny feet, and whether I thought she had saved much money. She was extravagant, of course, but he hoped she would n’t squander everything, and have nothing left when she was old. As a young man, working in Wienn, he had seen ... | you see, and competent. You are witnesses that I have survived my wife. You will find her in her own room. Please make your examination at once, so that there will be no mistake.” One of the neighbors telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter’s room. She was lying on her bed, in her nightgown and ... | My Antonia |
“Did you ever hear of anybody else that killed himself for spite, Mr. Burden?” | One of Antonia's children | money after he was gone!”<|quote|>“Did you ever hear of anybody else that killed himself for spite, Mr. Burden?”</|quote|>asked Rudolph. I admitted that | she might have from his money after he was gone!”<|quote|>“Did you ever hear of anybody else that killed himself for spite, Mr. Burden?”</|quote|>asked Rudolph. I admitted that I had n’t. Every lawyer | him “before life was extinct,” as he wrote. “Now, would you have thought that man had such a cruel heart?” Ántonia turned to me after the story was told. “To go and do that poor woman out of any comfort she might have from his money after he was gone!”<|quote|>“Did you ever hear of anybody else that killed himself for ... | had just shot his wife; that any will she might secretly have made would be invalid, as he survived her. He meant to shoot himself at six o’clock and would, if he had strength, fire a shot through the window in the hope that passers-by might come in and see him “before life was extinct,” as he wrote. “Now, would you ha... | room. She was lying on her bed, in her nightgown and wrapper, shot through the heart. Her husband must have come in while she was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, holding the revolver near her breast. Her nightgown was burned from the powder. The horrified neighbors rushed back to Cutter. He opened his eyes and s... | went into the hardware store and bought a pistol, saying he was going to shoot a dog, and adding that he “thought he would take a shot at an old cat while he was about it.” (Here the children interrupted Rudolph’s narrative by smothered giggles.) Cutter went out behind the hardware store, put up a target, practiced fo... | thought she had saved much money. She was extravagant, of course, but he hoped she would n’t squander everything, and have nothing left when she was old. As a young man, working in Wienn, he had seen a good many artists who were old and poor, making one glass of beer last all evening, and “it was not very nice, that.” ... | so that there will be no mistake.” One of the neighbors telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter’s room. She was lying on her bed, in her nightgown and wrapper, shot through the heart. Her husband must have come in while she was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, holding the revolver near her... | My Antonia |
asked Rudolph. I admitted that I had n’t. Every lawyer learns over and over how strong a motive hate can be, but in my collection of legal anecdotes I had nothing to match this one. When I asked how much the estate amounted to, Rudolph said it was a little over a hundred thousand dollars. Cuzak gave me a twinkling, s... | No speaker | himself for spite, Mr. Burden?”<|quote|>asked Rudolph. I admitted that I had n’t. Every lawyer learns over and over how strong a motive hate can be, but in my collection of legal anecdotes I had nothing to match this one. When I asked how much the estate amounted to, Rudolph said it was a little over a hundred thousan... | of anybody else that killed himself for spite, Mr. Burden?”<|quote|>asked Rudolph. I admitted that I had n’t. Every lawyer learns over and over how strong a motive hate can be, but in my collection of legal anecdotes I had nothing to match this one. When I asked how much the estate amounted to, Rudolph said it was a l... | man had such a cruel heart?” Ántonia turned to me after the story was told. “To go and do that poor woman out of any comfort she might have from his money after he was gone!” “Did you ever hear of anybody else that killed himself for spite, Mr. Burden?”<|quote|>asked Rudolph. I admitted that I had n’t. Every lawyer le... | be invalid, as he survived her. He meant to shoot himself at six o’clock and would, if he had strength, fire a shot through the window in the hope that passers-by might come in and see him “before life was extinct,” as he wrote. “Now, would you have thought that man had such a cruel heart?” Ántonia turned to me after t... | the heart. Her husband must have come in while she was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, holding the revolver near her breast. Her nightgown was burned from the powder. The horrified neighbors rushed back to Cutter. He opened his eyes and said distinctly, “Mrs. Cutter is quite dead, gentlemen, and I am conscious. ... | shoot a dog, and adding that he “thought he would take a shot at an old cat while he was about it.” (Here the children interrupted Rudolph’s narrative by smothered giggles.) Cutter went out behind the hardware store, put up a target, practiced for an hour or so, and then went home. At six o’clock that evening, when se... | she would n’t squander everything, and have nothing left when she was old. As a young man, working in Wienn, he had seen a good many artists who were old and poor, making one glass of beer last all evening, and “it was not very nice, that.” When the boys came in from milking and feeding, the long table was laid, and tw... | dog, and adding that he “thought he would take a shot at an old cat while he was about it.” (Here the children interrupted Rudolph’s narrative by smothered giggles.) Cutter went out behind the hardware store, put up a target, practiced for an hour or so, and then went home. At six o’clock that evening, when several me... | My Antonia |
“The lawyers, they got a good deal of it, sure,” | Cuzak | me a twinkling, sidelong glance.<|quote|>“The lawyers, they got a good deal of it, sure,”</|quote|>he said merrily. A hundred | hundred thousand dollars. Cuzak gave me a twinkling, sidelong glance.<|quote|>“The lawyers, they got a good deal of it, sure,”</|quote|>he said merrily. A hundred thousand dollars; so that was | and over how strong a motive hate can be, but in my collection of legal anecdotes I had nothing to match this one. When I asked how much the estate amounted to, Rudolph said it was a little over a hundred thousand dollars. Cuzak gave me a twinkling, sidelong glance.<|quote|>“The lawyers, they got a good deal of it, sur... | story was told. “To go and do that poor woman out of any comfort she might have from his money after he was gone!” “Did you ever hear of anybody else that killed himself for spite, Mr. Burden?” asked Rudolph. I admitted that I had n’t. Every lawyer learns over and over how strong a motive hate can be, but in my collec... | said, “he let go and died.” On his desk the coroner found a letter, dated at five o’clock that afternoon. It stated that he had just shot his wife; that any will she might secretly have made would be invalid, as he survived her. He meant to shoot himself at six o’clock and would, if he had strength, fire a shot through... | the Cutter house on their way home to supper, they heard a pistol shot. They paused and were looking doubtfully at one another, when another shot came crashing through an upstairs window. They ran into the house and found Wick Cutter lying on a sofa in his upstairs bedroom, with his throat torn open, bleeding on a roll... | two brown geese, stuffed with apples, were put down sizzling before Ántonia. She began to carve, and Rudolph, who sat next his mother, started the plates on their way. When everybody was served, he looked across the table at me. “Have you been to Black Hawk lately, Mr. Burden? Then I wonder if you’ve heard about the Cu... | store and bought a pistol, saying he was going to shoot a dog, and adding that he “thought he would take a shot at an old cat while he was about it.” (Here the children interrupted Rudolph’s narrative by smothered giggles.) Cutter went out behind the hardware store, put up a target, practiced for an hour or so, and th... | My Antonia |
he said merrily. A hundred thousand dollars; so that was the fortune that had been scraped together by such hard dealing, and that Cutter himself had died for in the end! After supper Cuzak and I took a stroll in the orchard and sat down by the windmill to smoke. He told me his story as if it were my business to know... | No speaker | good deal of it, sure,”<|quote|>he said merrily. A hundred thousand dollars; so that was the fortune that had been scraped together by such hard dealing, and that Cutter himself had died for in the end! After supper Cuzak and I took a stroll in the orchard and sat down by the windmill to smoke. He told me his story a... | “The lawyers, they got a good deal of it, sure,”<|quote|>he said merrily. A hundred thousand dollars; so that was the fortune that had been scraped together by such hard dealing, and that Cutter himself had died for in the end! After supper Cuzak and I took a stroll in the orchard and sat down by the windmill to smok... | in my collection of legal anecdotes I had nothing to match this one. When I asked how much the estate amounted to, Rudolph said it was a little over a hundred thousand dollars. Cuzak gave me a twinkling, sidelong glance. “The lawyers, they got a good deal of it, sure,”<|quote|>he said merrily. A hundred thousand dolla... | out of any comfort she might have from his money after he was gone!” “Did you ever hear of anybody else that killed himself for spite, Mr. Burden?” asked Rudolph. I admitted that I had n’t. Every lawyer learns over and over how strong a motive hate can be, but in my collection of legal anecdotes I had nothing to match... | coroner found a letter, dated at five o’clock that afternoon. It stated that he had just shot his wife; that any will she might secretly have made would be invalid, as he survived her. He meant to shoot himself at six o’clock and would, if he had strength, fire a shot through the window in the hope that passers-by migh... | heard a pistol shot. They paused and were looking doubtfully at one another, when another shot came crashing through an upstairs window. They ran into the house and found Wick Cutter lying on a sofa in his upstairs bedroom, with his throat torn open, bleeding on a roll of sheets he had placed beside his head. “Walk in,... | before Ántonia. She began to carve, and Rudolph, who sat next his mother, started the plates on their way. When everybody was served, he looked across the table at me. “Have you been to Black Hawk lately, Mr. Burden? Then I wonder if you’ve heard about the Cutters?” No, I had heard nothing at all about them. “Then you ... | out behind the hardware store, put up a target, practiced for an hour or so, and then went home. At six o’clock that evening, when several men were passing the Cutter house on their way home to supper, they heard a pistol shot. They paused and were looking doubtfully at one another, when another shot came crashing thro... | My Antonia |
“It was a pretty hard job, breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,” | Cuzak | cousin to buy the wedding-ring.<|quote|>“It was a pretty hard job, breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,”</|quote|>he said, pushing back his | to borrow money from his cousin to buy the wedding-ring.<|quote|>“It was a pretty hard job, breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,”</|quote|>he said, pushing back his hat and scratching his grizzled | visit his cousin, Anton Jelinek, and to look about. When he began to look about, he saw Ántonia, and she was exactly the kind of girl he had always been hunting for. They were married at once, though he had to borrow money from his cousin to buy the wedding-ring.<|quote|>“It was a pretty hard job, breaking up this plac... | was blacklisted. As he had a few hundred dollars ahead, he decided to go to Florida and raise oranges. He had always thought he would like to raise oranges! The second year a hard frost killed his young grove, and he fell ill with malaria. He came to Nebraska to visit his cousin, Anton Jelinek, and to look about. When ... | apprenticed to the latter’s trade. You never got anywhere working for your relatives, he said, so when he was a journeyman he went to Vienna and worked in a big fur shop, earning good money. But a young fellow who liked a good time did n’t save anything in Vienna; there were too many pleasant ways of spending every nig... | such a cruel heart?” Ántonia turned to me after the story was told. “To go and do that poor woman out of any comfort she might have from his money after he was gone!” “Did you ever hear of anybody else that killed himself for spite, Mr. Burden?” asked Rudolph. I admitted that I had n’t. Every lawyer learns over and ov... | violently, would inherit. Their quarrels on this subject passed the boundary of the close-growing cedars, and were heard in the street by whoever wished to loiter and listen. One morning, two years ago, Cutter went into the hardware store and bought a pistol, saying he was going to shoot a dog, and adding that he “thou... | come in and see him “before life was extinct,” as he wrote. “Now, would you have thought that man had such a cruel heart?” Ántonia turned to me after the story was told. “To go and do that poor woman out of any comfort she might have from his money after he was gone!” “Did you ever hear of anybody else that killed hims... | My Antonia |
he said, pushing back his hat and scratching his grizzled hair. | No speaker | making the first crops grow,”<|quote|>he said, pushing back his hat and scratching his grizzled hair.</|quote|>“Sometimes I git awful sore | breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,”<|quote|>he said, pushing back his hat and scratching his grizzled hair.</|quote|>“Sometimes I git awful sore on this place and want | saw Ántonia, and she was exactly the kind of girl he had always been hunting for. They were married at once, though he had to borrow money from his cousin to buy the wedding-ring. “It was a pretty hard job, breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,”<|quote|>he said, pushing back his hat and scratching his... | and raise oranges. He had always thought he would like to raise oranges! The second year a hard frost killed his young grove, and he fell ill with malaria. He came to Nebraska to visit his cousin, Anton Jelinek, and to look about. When he began to look about, he saw Ántonia, and she was exactly the kind of girl he had ... | when he was a journeyman he went to Vienna and worked in a big fur shop, earning good money. But a young fellow who liked a good time did n’t save anything in Vienna; there were too many pleasant ways of spending every night what he’d made in the day. After three years there, he came to New York. He was badly advised a... | do that poor woman out of any comfort she might have from his money after he was gone!” “Did you ever hear of anybody else that killed himself for spite, Mr. Burden?” asked Rudolph. I admitted that I had n’t. Every lawyer learns over and over how strong a motive hate can be, but in my collection of legal anecdotes I h... | were heard in the street by whoever wished to loiter and listen. One morning, two years ago, Cutter went into the hardware store and bought a pistol, saying he was going to shoot a dog, and adding that he “thought he would take a shot at an old cat while he was about it.” (Here the children interrupted Rudolph’s narrat... | heart. Her husband must have come in while she was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, holding the revolver near her breast. Her nightgown was burned from the powder. The horrified neighbors rushed back to Cutter. He opened his eyes and said distinctly, “Mrs. Cutter is quite dead, gentlemen, and I am conscious. My a... | My Antonia |
“Sometimes I git awful sore on this place and want to quit, but my wife she always say we better stick it out. The babies come along pretty fast, so it look like it be hard to move, anyhow. I guess she was right, all right. We got this place clear now. We pay only twenty dollars an acre then, and I been offered a hundr... | Cuzak | and scratching his grizzled hair.<|quote|>“Sometimes I git awful sore on this place and want to quit, but my wife she always say we better stick it out. The babies come along pretty fast, so it look like it be hard to move, anyhow. I guess she was right, all right. We got this place clear now. We pay only twenty dollar... | said, pushing back his hat and scratching his grizzled hair.<|quote|>“Sometimes I git awful sore on this place and want to quit, but my wife she always say we better stick it out. The babies come along pretty fast, so it look like it be hard to move, anyhow. I guess she was right, all right. We got this place clear now... | had always been hunting for. They were married at once, though he had to borrow money from his cousin to buy the wedding-ring. “It was a pretty hard job, breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,” he said, pushing back his hat and scratching his grizzled hair.<|quote|>“Sometimes I git awful sore on this p... | raise oranges! The second year a hard frost killed his young grove, and he fell ill with malaria. He came to Nebraska to visit his cousin, Anton Jelinek, and to look about. When he began to look about, he saw Ántonia, and she was exactly the kind of girl he had always been hunting for. They were married at once, though... | in a big fur shop, earning good money. But a young fellow who liked a good time did n’t save anything in Vienna; there were too many pleasant ways of spending every night what he’d made in the day. After three years there, he came to New York. He was badly advised and went to work on furs during a strike, when the fact... | from his money after he was gone!” “Did you ever hear of anybody else that killed himself for spite, Mr. Burden?” asked Rudolph. I admitted that I had n’t. Every lawyer learns over and over how strong a motive hate can be, but in my collection of legal anecdotes I had nothing to match this one. When I asked how much t... | listen. One morning, two years ago, Cutter went into the hardware store and bought a pistol, saying he was going to shoot a dog, and adding that he “thought he would take a shot at an old cat while he was about it.” (Here the children interrupted Rudolph’s narrative by smothered giggles.) Cutter went out behind the ha... | My affairs are in order.” Then, Rudolph said, “he let go and died.” On his desk the coroner found a letter, dated at five o’clock that afternoon. It stated that he had just shot his wife; that any will she might secretly have made would be invalid, as he survived her. He meant to shoot himself at six o’clock and would,... | My Antonia |
He lit another pipe and pulled on it contentedly. I found Cuzak a most companionable fellow. He asked me a great many questions about my trip through Bohemia, about Vienna and the Ringstrasse and the theaters. | No speaker | between us, like sometimes happens.”<|quote|>He lit another pipe and pulled on it contentedly. I found Cuzak a most companionable fellow. He asked me a great many questions about my trip through Bohemia, about Vienna and the Ringstrasse and the theaters.</|quote|>“Gee! I like to go | The children don’t make trouble between us, like sometimes happens.”<|quote|>He lit another pipe and pulled on it contentedly. I found Cuzak a most companionable fellow. He asked me a great many questions about my trip through Bohemia, about Vienna and the Ringstrasse and the theaters.</|quote|>“Gee! I like to go back... | with me, neither. Sometimes maybe I drink a little too much beer in town, and when I come home she don’t say nothing. She don’t ask me no questions. We always get along fine, her and me, like at first. The children don’t make trouble between us, like sometimes happens.”<|quote|>He lit another pipe and pulled on it cont... | dollars an acre then, and I been offered a hundred. We bought another quarter ten years ago, and we got it most paid for. We got plenty boys; we can work a lot of land. Yes, she is a good wife for a poor man. She ain’t always so strict with me, neither. Sometimes maybe I drink a little too much beer in town, and when I... | were married at once, though he had to borrow money from his cousin to buy the wedding-ring. “It was a pretty hard job, breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,” he said, pushing back his hat and scratching his grizzled hair. “Sometimes I git awful sore on this place and want to quit, but my wife she alw... | it. His father was a shoemaker, his uncle a furrier, and he, being a younger son, was apprenticed to the latter’s trade. You never got anywhere working for your relatives, he said, so when he was a journeyman he went to Vienna and worked in a big fur shop, earning good money. But a young fellow who liked a good time di... | am alive, you see, and competent. You are witnesses that I have survived my wife. You will find her in her own room. Please make your examination at once, so that there will be no mistake.” One of the neighbors telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter’s room. She was lying on her bed, in her nigh... | to raise oranges! The second year a hard frost killed his young grove, and he fell ill with malaria. He came to Nebraska to visit his cousin, Anton Jelinek, and to look about. When he began to look about, he saw Ántonia, and she was exactly the kind of girl he had always been hunting for. They were married at once, tho... | My Antonia |
“Gee! I like to go back there once, when the boys is big enough to farm the place. Sometimes when I read the papers from the old country, I pretty near run away,” | Cuzak | the Ringstrasse and the theaters.<|quote|>“Gee! I like to go back there once, when the boys is big enough to farm the place. Sometimes when I read the papers from the old country, I pretty near run away,”</|quote|>he confessed with a little | through Bohemia, about Vienna and the Ringstrasse and the theaters.<|quote|>“Gee! I like to go back there once, when the boys is big enough to farm the place. Sometimes when I read the papers from the old country, I pretty near run away,”</|quote|>he confessed with a little laugh. “I never did think | me, like at first. The children don’t make trouble between us, like sometimes happens.” He lit another pipe and pulled on it contentedly. I found Cuzak a most companionable fellow. He asked me a great many questions about my trip through Bohemia, about Vienna and the Ringstrasse and the theaters.<|quote|>“Gee! I like ... | she is a good wife for a poor man. She ain’t always so strict with me, neither. Sometimes maybe I drink a little too much beer in town, and when I come home she don’t say nothing. She don’t ask me no questions. We always get along fine, her and me, like at first. The children don’t make trouble between us, like sometim... | back his hat and scratching his grizzled hair. “Sometimes I git awful sore on this place and want to quit, but my wife she always say we better stick it out. The babies come along pretty fast, so it look like it be hard to move, anyhow. I guess she was right, all right. We got this place clear now. We pay only twenty d... | a journeyman he went to Vienna and worked in a big fur shop, earning good money. But a young fellow who liked a good time did n’t save anything in Vienna; there were too many pleasant ways of spending every night what he’d made in the day. After three years there, he came to New York. He was badly advised and went to w... | One of the neighbors telephoned for a doctor, while the others went into Mrs. Cutter’s room. She was lying on her bed, in her nightgown and wrapper, shot through the heart. Her husband must have come in while she was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, holding the revolver near her breast. Her nightgown was burned f... | ever hear of anybody else that killed himself for spite, Mr. Burden?” asked Rudolph. I admitted that I had n’t. Every lawyer learns over and over how strong a motive hate can be, but in my collection of legal anecdotes I had nothing to match this one. When I asked how much the estate amounted to, Rudolph said it was a... | My Antonia |
he confessed with a little laugh. | No speaker | I pretty near run away,”<|quote|>he confessed with a little laugh.</|quote|>“I never did think how | papers from the old country, I pretty near run away,”<|quote|>he confessed with a little laugh.</|quote|>“I never did think how I would be a settled | a great many questions about my trip through Bohemia, about Vienna and the Ringstrasse and the theaters. “Gee! I like to go back there once, when the boys is big enough to farm the place. Sometimes when I read the papers from the old country, I pretty near run away,”<|quote|>he confessed with a little laugh.</|quote|>“... | she don’t say nothing. She don’t ask me no questions. We always get along fine, her and me, like at first. The children don’t make trouble between us, like sometimes happens.” He lit another pipe and pulled on it contentedly. I found Cuzak a most companionable fellow. He asked me a great many questions about my trip t... | come along pretty fast, so it look like it be hard to move, anyhow. I guess she was right, all right. We got this place clear now. We pay only twenty dollars an acre then, and I been offered a hundred. We bought another quarter ten years ago, and we got it most paid for. We got plenty boys; we can work a lot of land. Y... | too many pleasant ways of spending every night what he’d made in the day. After three years there, he came to New York. He was badly advised and went to work on furs during a strike, when the factories were offering big wages. The strikers won, and Cuzak was blacklisted. As he had a few hundred dollars ahead, he decide... | must have come in while she was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, holding the revolver near her breast. Her nightgown was burned from the powder. The horrified neighbors rushed back to Cutter. He opened his eyes and said distinctly, “Mrs. Cutter is quite dead, gentlemen, and I am conscious. My affairs are in order... | and went to work on furs during a strike, when the factories were offering big wages. The strikers won, and Cuzak was blacklisted. As he had a few hundred dollars ahead, he decided to go to Florida and raise oranges. He had always thought he would like to raise oranges! The second year a hard frost killed his young gro... | My Antonia |
“I never did think how I would be a settled man like this.” | Cuzak | confessed with a little laugh.<|quote|>“I never did think how I would be a settled man like this.”</|quote|>He was still, as Ántonia | pretty near run away,” he confessed with a little laugh.<|quote|>“I never did think how I would be a settled man like this.”</|quote|>He was still, as Ántonia said, a city man. He | trip through Bohemia, about Vienna and the Ringstrasse and the theaters. “Gee! I like to go back there once, when the boys is big enough to farm the place. Sometimes when I read the papers from the old country, I pretty near run away,” he confessed with a little laugh.<|quote|>“I never did think how I would be a settle... | ask me no questions. We always get along fine, her and me, like at first. The children don’t make trouble between us, like sometimes happens.” He lit another pipe and pulled on it contentedly. I found Cuzak a most companionable fellow. He asked me a great many questions about my trip through Bohemia, about Vienna and ... | look like it be hard to move, anyhow. I guess she was right, all right. We got this place clear now. We pay only twenty dollars an acre then, and I been offered a hundred. We bought another quarter ten years ago, and we got it most paid for. We got plenty boys; we can work a lot of land. Yes, she is a good wife for a p... | every night what he’d made in the day. After three years there, he came to New York. He was badly advised and went to work on furs during a strike, when the factories were offering big wages. The strikers won, and Cuzak was blacklisted. As he had a few hundred dollars ahead, he decided to go to Florida and raise orange... | was taking her afternoon nap and shot her, holding the revolver near her breast. Her nightgown was burned from the powder. The horrified neighbors rushed back to Cutter. He opened his eyes and said distinctly, “Mrs. Cutter is quite dead, gentlemen, and I am conscious. My affairs are in order.” Then, Rudolph said, “he l... | blacklisted. As he had a few hundred dollars ahead, he decided to go to Florida and raise oranges. He had always thought he would like to raise oranges! The second year a hard frost killed his young grove, and he fell ill with malaria. He came to Nebraska to visit his cousin, Anton Jelinek, and to look about. When he b... | My Antonia |
He was still, as Ántonia said, a city man. He liked theaters and lighted streets and music and a game of dominoes after the day’s work was over. His sociability was stronger than his acquisitive instinct. He liked to live day by day and night by night, sharing in the excitement of the crowd.—Yet his wife had managed to... | No speaker | a settled man like this.”<|quote|>He was still, as Ántonia said, a city man. He liked theaters and lighted streets and music and a game of dominoes after the day’s work was over. His sociability was stronger than his acquisitive instinct. He liked to live day by day and night by night, sharing in the excitement of the ... | think how I would be a settled man like this.”<|quote|>He was still, as Ántonia said, a city man. He liked theaters and lighted streets and music and a game of dominoes after the day’s work was over. His sociability was stronger than his acquisitive instinct. He liked to live day by day and night by night, sharing in t... | like to go back there once, when the boys is big enough to farm the place. Sometimes when I read the papers from the old country, I pretty near run away,” he confessed with a little laugh. “I never did think how I would be a settled man like this.”<|quote|>He was still, as Ántonia said, a city man. He liked theaters an... | at first. The children don’t make trouble between us, like sometimes happens.” He lit another pipe and pulled on it contentedly. I found Cuzak a most companionable fellow. He asked me a great many questions about my trip through Bohemia, about Vienna and the Ringstrasse and the theaters. “Gee! I like to go back there ... | all right. We got this place clear now. We pay only twenty dollars an acre then, and I been offered a hundred. We bought another quarter ten years ago, and we got it most paid for. We got plenty boys; we can work a lot of land. Yes, she is a good wife for a poor man. She ain’t always so strict with me, neither. Sometim... | came to New York. He was badly advised and went to work on furs during a strike, when the factories were offering big wages. The strikers won, and Cuzak was blacklisted. As he had a few hundred dollars ahead, he decided to go to Florida and raise oranges. He had always thought he would like to raise oranges! The second... | breast. Her nightgown was burned from the powder. The horrified neighbors rushed back to Cutter. He opened his eyes and said distinctly, “Mrs. Cutter is quite dead, gentlemen, and I am conscious. My affairs are in order.” Then, Rudolph said, “he let go and died.” On his desk the coroner found a letter, dated at five o’... | she was exactly the kind of girl he had always been hunting for. They were married at once, though he had to borrow money from his cousin to buy the wedding-ring. “It was a pretty hard job, breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,” he said, pushing back his hat and scratching his grizzled hair. “Sometime... | My Antonia |
“At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,” | Cuzak | dropped it into his pocket.<|quote|>“At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,”</|quote|>he said frankly, “but my | against an upright, sighed, and dropped it into his pocket.<|quote|>“At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,”</|quote|>he said frankly, “but my woman is got such a | whether the life that was right for one was ever right for two! I asked Cuzak if he did n’t find it hard to do without the gay company he had always been used to. He knocked out his pipe against an upright, sighed, and dropped it into his pocket.<|quote|>“At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,”</|quote|>he said fr... | pigs, an occasional squawking when the hens were disturbed by a rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the instrument of Ántonia’s special mission. This was a fine life, certainly, but it was n’t the kind of life he had wanted to live. I wondered whether the life that was right for one was ever right fo... | Ántonia said, a city man. He liked theaters and lighted streets and music and a game of dominoes after the day’s work was over. His sociability was stronger than his acquisitive instinct. He liked to live day by day and night by night, sharing in the excitement of the crowd.—Yet his wife had managed to hold him here on... | this place clear now. We pay only twenty dollars an acre then, and I been offered a hundred. We bought another quarter ten years ago, and we got it most paid for. We got plenty boys; we can work a lot of land. Yes, she is a good wife for a poor man. She ain’t always so strict with me, neither. Sometimes maybe I drink a... | anecdotes I had nothing to match this one. When I asked how much the estate amounted to, Rudolph said it was a little over a hundred thousand dollars. Cuzak gave me a twinkling, sidelong glance. “The lawyers, they got a good deal of it, sure,” he said merrily. A hundred thousand dollars; so that was the fortune that h... | away,” he confessed with a little laugh. “I never did think how I would be a settled man like this.” He was still, as Ántonia said, a city man. He liked theaters and lighted streets and music and a game of dominoes after the day’s work was over. His sociability was stronger than his acquisitive instinct. He liked to li... | My Antonia |
he said frankly, | No speaker | near go crazy with lonesomeness,”<|quote|>he said frankly,</|quote|>“but my woman is got | his pocket. “At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,”<|quote|>he said frankly,</|quote|>“but my woman is got such a warm heart. She | was ever right for two! I asked Cuzak if he did n’t find it hard to do without the gay company he had always been used to. He knocked out his pipe against an upright, sighed, and dropped it into his pocket. “At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,”<|quote|>he said frankly,</|quote|>“but my woman is got such a warm ... | disturbed by a rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the instrument of Ántonia’s special mission. This was a fine life, certainly, but it was n’t the kind of life he had wanted to live. I wondered whether the life that was right for one was ever right for two! I asked Cuzak if he did n’t find it hard t... | and lighted streets and music and a game of dominoes after the day’s work was over. His sociability was stronger than his acquisitive instinct. He liked to live day by day and night by night, sharing in the excitement of the crowd.—Yet his wife had managed to hold him here on a farm, in one of the loneliest countries i... | dollars an acre then, and I been offered a hundred. We bought another quarter ten years ago, and we got it most paid for. We got plenty boys; we can work a lot of land. Yes, she is a good wife for a poor man. She ain’t always so strict with me, neither. Sometimes maybe I drink a little too much beer in town, and when I... | When I asked how much the estate amounted to, Rudolph said it was a little over a hundred thousand dollars. Cuzak gave me a twinkling, sidelong glance. “The lawyers, they got a good deal of it, sure,” he said merrily. A hundred thousand dollars; so that was the fortune that had been scraped together by such hard deali... | she was right, all right. We got this place clear now. We pay only twenty dollars an acre then, and I been offered a hundred. We bought another quarter ten years ago, and we got it most paid for. We got plenty boys; we can work a lot of land. Yes, she is a good wife for a poor man. She ain’t always so strict with me, n... | My Antonia |
“but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have some fun with my boys, already!” | Cuzak | with lonesomeness,” he said frankly,<|quote|>“but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have some fun with my boys, already!”</|quote|>As we walked toward the | first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,” he said frankly,<|quote|>“but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have some fun with my boys, already!”</|quote|>As we walked toward the house, Cuzak cocked his hat | for two! I asked Cuzak if he did n’t find it hard to do without the gay company he had always been used to. He knocked out his pipe against an upright, sighed, and dropped it into his pocket. “At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,” he said frankly,<|quote|>“but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always make i... | rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the instrument of Ántonia’s special mission. This was a fine life, certainly, but it was n’t the kind of life he had wanted to live. I wondered whether the life that was right for one was ever right for two! I asked Cuzak if he did n’t find it hard to do without th... | and music and a game of dominoes after the day’s work was over. His sociability was stronger than his acquisitive instinct. He liked to live day by day and night by night, sharing in the excitement of the crowd.—Yet his wife had managed to hold him here on a farm, in one of the loneliest countries in the world. I could... | then, and I been offered a hundred. We bought another quarter ten years ago, and we got it most paid for. We got plenty boys; we can work a lot of land. Yes, she is a good wife for a poor man. She ain’t always so strict with me, neither. Sometimes maybe I drink a little too much beer in town, and when I come home she d... | how much the estate amounted to, Rudolph said it was a little over a hundred thousand dollars. Cuzak gave me a twinkling, sidelong glance. “The lawyers, they got a good deal of it, sure,” he said merrily. A hundred thousand dollars; so that was the fortune that had been scraped together by such hard dealing, and that ... | to move, anyhow. I guess she was right, all right. We got this place clear now. We pay only twenty dollars an acre then, and I been offered a hundred. We bought another quarter ten years ago, and we got it most paid for. We got plenty boys; we can work a lot of land. Yes, she is a good wife for a poor man. She ain’t al... | My Antonia |
As we walked toward the house, Cuzak cocked his hat jauntily over one ear and looked up at the moon. | No speaker | fun with my boys, already!”<|quote|>As we walked toward the house, Cuzak cocked his hat jauntily over one ear and looked up at the moon.</|quote|>“Gee!” he said in a | can begin to have some fun with my boys, already!”<|quote|>As we walked toward the house, Cuzak cocked his hat jauntily over one ear and looked up at the moon.</|quote|>“Gee!” he said in a hushed voice, as if he | into his pocket. “At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,” he said frankly, “but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have some fun with my boys, already!”<|quote|>As we walked toward the house, Cuzak cocked his hat jauntily over one ... | live. I wondered whether the life that was right for one was ever right for two! I asked Cuzak if he did n’t find it hard to do without the gay company he had always been used to. He knocked out his pipe against an upright, sighed, and dropped it into his pocket. “At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,” he said fr... | of the crowd.—Yet his wife had managed to hold him here on a farm, in one of the loneliest countries in the world. I could see the little chap, sitting here every evening by the windmill, nursing his pipe and listening to the silence; the wheeze of the pump, the grunting of the pigs, an occasional squawking when the he... | good wife for a poor man. She ain’t always so strict with me, neither. Sometimes maybe I drink a little too much beer in town, and when I come home she don’t say nothing. She don’t ask me no questions. We always get along fine, her and me, like at first. The children don’t make trouble between us, like sometimes happen... | merrily. A hundred thousand dollars; so that was the fortune that had been scraped together by such hard dealing, and that Cutter himself had died for in the end! After supper Cuzak and I took a stroll in the orchard and sat down by the windmill to smoke. He told me his story as if it were my business to know it. His f... | and scratching his grizzled hair. “Sometimes I git awful sore on this place and want to quit, but my wife she always say we better stick it out. The babies come along pretty fast, so it look like it be hard to move, anyhow. I guess she was right, all right. We got this place clear now. We pay only twenty dollars an acr... | My Antonia |
“Gee!” | Cuzak | looked up at the moon.<|quote|>“Gee!”</|quote|>he said in a hushed | jauntily over one ear and looked up at the moon.<|quote|>“Gee!”</|quote|>he said in a hushed voice, as if he had | a warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have some fun with my boys, already!” As we walked toward the house, Cuzak cocked his hat jauntily over one ear and looked up at the moon.<|quote|>“Gee!”</|quote|>he said in a hushed voice, as if he had just wakened up, “i... | he did n’t find it hard to do without the gay company he had always been used to. He knocked out his pipe against an upright, sighed, and dropped it into his pocket. “At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,” he said frankly, “but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now... | in the world. I could see the little chap, sitting here every evening by the windmill, nursing his pipe and listening to the silence; the wheeze of the pump, the grunting of the pigs, an occasional squawking when the hens were disturbed by a rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the instrument of Ánton... | too much beer in town, and when I come home she don’t say nothing. She don’t ask me no questions. We always get along fine, her and me, like at first. The children don’t make trouble between us, like sometimes happens.” He lit another pipe and pulled on it contentedly. I found Cuzak a most companionable fellow. He ask... | that Cutter himself had died for in the end! After supper Cuzak and I took a stroll in the orchard and sat down by the windmill to smoke. He told me his story as if it were my business to know it. His father was a shoemaker, his uncle a furrier, and he, being a younger son, was apprenticed to the latter’s trade. You ne... | over. His sociability was stronger than his acquisitive instinct. He liked to live day by day and night by night, sharing in the excitement of the crowd.—Yet his wife had managed to hold him here on a farm, in one of the loneliest countries in the world. I could see the little chap, sitting here every evening by the wi... | My Antonia |
he said in a hushed voice, as if he had just wakened up, | No speaker | up at the moon. “Gee!”<|quote|>he said in a hushed voice, as if he had just wakened up,</|quote|>“it don’t seem like I | over one ear and looked up at the moon. “Gee!”<|quote|>he said in a hushed voice, as if he had just wakened up,</|quote|>“it don’t seem like I am away from there twenty-six | warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have some fun with my boys, already!” As we walked toward the house, Cuzak cocked his hat jauntily over one ear and looked up at the moon. “Gee!”<|quote|>he said in a hushed voice, as if he had just wakened up,</|quote|>“it ... | did n’t find it hard to do without the gay company he had always been used to. He knocked out his pipe against an upright, sighed, and dropped it into his pocket. “At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,” he said frankly, “but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now it... | the world. I could see the little chap, sitting here every evening by the windmill, nursing his pipe and listening to the silence; the wheeze of the pump, the grunting of the pigs, an occasional squawking when the hens were disturbed by a rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the instrument of Ántonia’... | much beer in town, and when I come home she don’t say nothing. She don’t ask me no questions. We always get along fine, her and me, like at first. The children don’t make trouble between us, like sometimes happens.” He lit another pipe and pulled on it contentedly. I found Cuzak a most companionable fellow. He asked m... | Cutter himself had died for in the end! After supper Cuzak and I took a stroll in the orchard and sat down by the windmill to smoke. He told me his story as if it were my business to know it. His father was a shoemaker, his uncle a furrier, and he, being a younger son, was apprenticed to the latter’s trade. You never g... | to look about. When he began to look about, he saw Ántonia, and she was exactly the kind of girl he had always been hunting for. They were married at once, though he had to borrow money from his cousin to buy the wedding-ring. “It was a pretty hard job, breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,” he said, ... | My Antonia |
“it don’t seem like I am away from there twenty-six year!” | Cuzak | he had just wakened up,<|quote|>“it don’t seem like I am away from there twenty-six year!”</|quote|>III AFTER dinner the next | a hushed voice, as if he had just wakened up,<|quote|>“it don’t seem like I am away from there twenty-six year!”</|quote|>III AFTER dinner the next day I said good-bye and | Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have some fun with my boys, already!” As we walked toward the house, Cuzak cocked his hat jauntily over one ear and looked up at the moon. “Gee!” he said in a hushed voice, as if he had just wakened up,<|quote|>“it don’t seem like I am away from there twenty-six year!”</|quote|>III A... | always been used to. He knocked out his pipe against an upright, sighed, and dropped it into his pocket. “At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,” he said frankly, “but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have some fun with my boys, ... | the windmill, nursing his pipe and listening to the silence; the wheeze of the pump, the grunting of the pigs, an occasional squawking when the hens were disturbed by a rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the instrument of Ántonia’s special mission. This was a fine life, certainly, but it was n’t the... | She don’t ask me no questions. We always get along fine, her and me, like at first. The children don’t make trouble between us, like sometimes happens.” He lit another pipe and pulled on it contentedly. I found Cuzak a most companionable fellow. He asked me a great many questions about my trip through Bohemia, about V... | took a stroll in the orchard and sat down by the windmill to smoke. He told me his story as if it were my business to know it. His father was a shoemaker, his uncle a furrier, and he, being a younger son, was apprenticed to the latter’s trade. You never got anywhere working for your relatives, he said, so when he was a... | be a settled man like this.” He was still, as Ántonia said, a city man. He liked theaters and lighted streets and music and a game of dominoes after the day’s work was over. His sociability was stronger than his acquisitive instinct. He liked to live day by day and night by night, sharing in the excitement of the crowd... | My Antonia |
III AFTER dinner the next day I said good-bye and drove back to Hastings to take the train for Black Hawk. Ántonia and her children gathered round my buggy before I started, and even the little ones looked up at me with friendly faces. Leo and Ambrosch ran ahead to open the lane gate. When I reached the bottom of the... | No speaker | away from there twenty-six year!”<|quote|>III AFTER dinner the next day I said good-bye and drove back to Hastings to take the train for Black Hawk. Ántonia and her children gathered round my buggy before I started, and even the little ones looked up at me with friendly faces. Leo and Ambrosch ran ahead to open the l... | don’t seem like I am away from there twenty-six year!”<|quote|>III AFTER dinner the next day I said good-bye and drove back to Hastings to take the train for Black Hawk. Ántonia and her children gathered round my buggy before I started, and even the little ones looked up at me with friendly faces. Leo and Ambrosch ra... | fun with my boys, already!” As we walked toward the house, Cuzak cocked his hat jauntily over one ear and looked up at the moon. “Gee!” he said in a hushed voice, as if he had just wakened up, “it don’t seem like I am away from there twenty-six year!”<|quote|>III AFTER dinner the next day I said good-bye and drove ba... | upright, sighed, and dropped it into his pocket. “At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,” he said frankly, “but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have some fun with my boys, already!” As we walked toward the house, Cuzak cocked hi... | wheeze of the pump, the grunting of the pigs, an occasional squawking when the hens were disturbed by a rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the instrument of Ántonia’s special mission. This was a fine life, certainly, but it was n’t the kind of life he had wanted to live. I wondered whether the life ... | her and me, like at first. The children don’t make trouble between us, like sometimes happens.” He lit another pipe and pulled on it contentedly. I found Cuzak a most companionable fellow. He asked me a great many questions about my trip through Bohemia, about Vienna and the Ringstrasse and the theaters. “Gee! I like ... | windmill to smoke. He told me his story as if it were my business to know it. His father was a shoemaker, his uncle a furrier, and he, being a younger son, was apprenticed to the latter’s trade. You never got anywhere working for your relatives, he said, so when he was a journeyman he went to Vienna and worked in a big... | theaters and lighted streets and music and a game of dominoes after the day’s work was over. His sociability was stronger than his acquisitive instinct. He liked to live day by day and night by night, sharing in the excitement of the crowd.—Yet his wife had managed to hold him here on a farm, in one of the loneliest co... | My Antonia |
“That’s like him,” | One of Antonia's children | ran off into the pasture.<|quote|>“That’s like him,”</|quote|>his brother said with a | slipped through the fence and ran off into the pasture.<|quote|>“That’s like him,”</|quote|>his brother said with a shrug. “He’s a crazy kid. | gate. When I reached the bottom of the hill, I glanced back. The group was still there by the windmill. Ántonia was waving her apron. At the gate Ambrosch lingered beside my buggy, resting his arm on the wheel-rim. Leo slipped through the fence and ran off into the pasture.<|quote|>“That’s like him,”</|quote|>his broth... | the next day I said good-bye and drove back to Hastings to take the train for Black Hawk. Ántonia and her children gathered round my buggy before I started, and even the little ones looked up at me with friendly faces. Leo and Ambrosch ran ahead to open the lane gate. When I reached the bottom of the hill, I glanced ba... | dropped it into his pocket. “At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,” he said frankly, “but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have some fun with my boys, already!” As we walked toward the house, Cuzak cocked his hat jauntily over o... | this.” He was still, as Ántonia said, a city man. He liked theaters and lighted streets and music and a game of dominoes after the day’s work was over. His sociability was stronger than his acquisitive instinct. He liked to live day by day and night by night, sharing in the excitement of the crowd.—Yet his wife had man... | he came to New York. He was badly advised and went to work on furs during a strike, when the factories were offering big wages. The strikers won, and Cuzak was blacklisted. As he had a few hundred dollars ahead, he decided to go to Florida and raise oranges. He had always thought he would like to raise oranges! The sec... | is a good wife for a poor man. She ain’t always so strict with me, neither. Sometimes maybe I drink a little too much beer in town, and when I come home she don’t say nothing. She don’t ask me no questions. We always get along fine, her and me, like at first. The children don’t make trouble between us, like sometimes h... | My Antonia |
his brother said with a shrug. | No speaker | the pasture. “That’s like him,”<|quote|>his brother said with a shrug.</|quote|>“He’s a crazy kid. Maybe | fence and ran off into the pasture. “That’s like him,”<|quote|>his brother said with a shrug.</|quote|>“He’s a crazy kid. Maybe he’s sorry to have you | reached the bottom of the hill, I glanced back. The group was still there by the windmill. Ántonia was waving her apron. At the gate Ambrosch lingered beside my buggy, resting his arm on the wheel-rim. Leo slipped through the fence and ran off into the pasture. “That’s like him,”<|quote|>his brother said with a shrug.<... | I said good-bye and drove back to Hastings to take the train for Black Hawk. Ántonia and her children gathered round my buggy before I started, and even the little ones looked up at me with friendly faces. Leo and Ambrosch ran ahead to open the lane gate. When I reached the bottom of the hill, I glanced back. The group... | his pocket. “At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,” he said frankly, “but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have some fun with my boys, already!” As we walked toward the house, Cuzak cocked his hat jauntily over one ear and looke... | still, as Ántonia said, a city man. He liked theaters and lighted streets and music and a game of dominoes after the day’s work was over. His sociability was stronger than his acquisitive instinct. He liked to live day by day and night by night, sharing in the excitement of the crowd.—Yet his wife had managed to hold h... | New York. He was badly advised and went to work on furs during a strike, when the factories were offering big wages. The strikers won, and Cuzak was blacklisted. As he had a few hundred dollars ahead, he decided to go to Florida and raise oranges. He had always thought he would like to raise oranges! The second year a ... | can work a lot of land. Yes, she is a good wife for a poor man. She ain’t always so strict with me, neither. Sometimes maybe I drink a little too much beer in town, and when I come home she don’t say nothing. She don’t ask me no questions. We always get along fine, her and me, like at first. The children don’t make tro... | My Antonia |
“He’s a crazy kid. Maybe he’s sorry to have you go, and maybe he’s jealous. He’s jealous of anybody mother makes a fuss over, even the priest.” | One of Antonia's children | brother said with a shrug.<|quote|>“He’s a crazy kid. Maybe he’s sorry to have you go, and maybe he’s jealous. He’s jealous of anybody mother makes a fuss over, even the priest.”</|quote|>I found I hated to | pasture. “That’s like him,” his brother said with a shrug.<|quote|>“He’s a crazy kid. Maybe he’s sorry to have you go, and maybe he’s jealous. He’s jealous of anybody mother makes a fuss over, even the priest.”</|quote|>I found I hated to leave this boy, with his | I glanced back. The group was still there by the windmill. Ántonia was waving her apron. At the gate Ambrosch lingered beside my buggy, resting his arm on the wheel-rim. Leo slipped through the fence and ran off into the pasture. “That’s like him,” his brother said with a shrug.<|quote|>“He’s a crazy kid. Maybe he’s so... | to Hastings to take the train for Black Hawk. Ántonia and her children gathered round my buggy before I started, and even the little ones looked up at me with friendly faces. Leo and Ambrosch ran ahead to open the lane gate. When I reached the bottom of the hill, I glanced back. The group was still there by the windmil... | go crazy with lonesomeness,” he said frankly, “but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have some fun with my boys, already!” As we walked toward the house, Cuzak cocked his hat jauntily over one ear and looked up at the moon. “Gee!” he s... | man. He liked theaters and lighted streets and music and a game of dominoes after the day’s work was over. His sociability was stronger than his acquisitive instinct. He liked to live day by day and night by night, sharing in the excitement of the crowd.—Yet his wife had managed to hold him here on a farm, in one of th... | and went to work on furs during a strike, when the factories were offering big wages. The strikers won, and Cuzak was blacklisted. As he had a few hundred dollars ahead, he decided to go to Florida and raise oranges. He had always thought he would like to raise oranges! The second year a hard frost killed his young gro... | on it contentedly. I found Cuzak a most companionable fellow. He asked me a great many questions about my trip through Bohemia, about Vienna and the Ringstrasse and the theaters. “Gee! I like to go back there once, when the boys is big enough to farm the place. Sometimes when I read the papers from the old country, I p... | My Antonia |
I found I hated to leave this boy, with his pleasant voice and his fine head and eyes. He looked very manly as he stood there without a hat, the wind rippling his shirt about his brown neck and shoulders. | No speaker | fuss over, even the priest.”<|quote|>I found I hated to leave this boy, with his pleasant voice and his fine head and eyes. He looked very manly as he stood there without a hat, the wind rippling his shirt about his brown neck and shoulders.</|quote|>“Don’t forget that you and | of anybody mother makes a fuss over, even the priest.”<|quote|>I found I hated to leave this boy, with his pleasant voice and his fine head and eyes. He looked very manly as he stood there without a hat, the wind rippling his shirt about his brown neck and shoulders.</|quote|>“Don’t forget that you and Rudolph are goin... | on the wheel-rim. Leo slipped through the fence and ran off into the pasture. “That’s like him,” his brother said with a shrug. “He’s a crazy kid. Maybe he’s sorry to have you go, and maybe he’s jealous. He’s jealous of anybody mother makes a fuss over, even the priest.”<|quote|>I found I hated to leave this boy, with ... | at me with friendly faces. Leo and Ambrosch ran ahead to open the lane gate. When I reached the bottom of the hill, I glanced back. The group was still there by the windmill. Ántonia was waving her apron. At the gate Ambrosch lingered beside my buggy, resting his arm on the wheel-rim. Leo slipped through the fence and ... | Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have some fun with my boys, already!” As we walked toward the house, Cuzak cocked his hat jauntily over one ear and looked up at the moon. “Gee!” he said in a hushed voice, as if he had just wakened up, “it don’t seem like I am away from there twenty-six year!” III AFTER dinner the... | instinct. He liked to live day by day and night by night, sharing in the excitement of the crowd.—Yet his wife had managed to hold him here on a farm, in one of the loneliest countries in the world. I could see the little chap, sitting here every evening by the windmill, nursing his pipe and listening to the silence; t... | few hundred dollars ahead, he decided to go to Florida and raise oranges. He had always thought he would like to raise oranges! The second year a hard frost killed his young grove, and he fell ill with malaria. He came to Nebraska to visit his cousin, Anton Jelinek, and to look about. When he began to look about, he sa... | gay company he had always been used to. He knocked out his pipe against an upright, sighed, and dropped it into his pocket. “At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,” he said frankly, “but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have some... | My Antonia |
“Don’t forget that you and Rudolph are going hunting with me up on the Niobrara next summer,” | Jim | his brown neck and shoulders.<|quote|>“Don’t forget that you and Rudolph are going hunting with me up on the Niobrara next summer,”</|quote|>I said. “Your father’s agreed | wind rippling his shirt about his brown neck and shoulders.<|quote|>“Don’t forget that you and Rudolph are going hunting with me up on the Niobrara next summer,”</|quote|>I said. “Your father’s agreed to let you off after | of anybody mother makes a fuss over, even the priest.” I found I hated to leave this boy, with his pleasant voice and his fine head and eyes. He looked very manly as he stood there without a hat, the wind rippling his shirt about his brown neck and shoulders.<|quote|>“Don’t forget that you and Rudolph are going hunting... | the gate Ambrosch lingered beside my buggy, resting his arm on the wheel-rim. Leo slipped through the fence and ran off into the pasture. “That’s like him,” his brother said with a shrug. “He’s a crazy kid. Maybe he’s sorry to have you go, and maybe he’s jealous. He’s jealous of anybody mother makes a fuss over, even t... | a hushed voice, as if he had just wakened up, “it don’t seem like I am away from there twenty-six year!” III AFTER dinner the next day I said good-bye and drove back to Hastings to take the train for Black Hawk. Ántonia and her children gathered round my buggy before I started, and even the little ones looked up at m... | could see the little chap, sitting here every evening by the windmill, nursing his pipe and listening to the silence; the wheeze of the pump, the grunting of the pigs, an occasional squawking when the hens were disturbed by a rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the instrument of Ántonia’s special mis... | came to Nebraska to visit his cousin, Anton Jelinek, and to look about. When he began to look about, he saw Ántonia, and she was exactly the kind of girl he had always been hunting for. They were married at once, though he had to borrow money from his cousin to buy the wedding-ring. “It was a pretty hard job, breaking ... | loneliest countries in the world. I could see the little chap, sitting here every evening by the windmill, nursing his pipe and listening to the silence; the wheeze of the pump, the grunting of the pigs, an occasional squawking when the hens were disturbed by a rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the... | My Antonia |
I said. | No speaker | on the Niobrara next summer,”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“Your father’s agreed to let | going hunting with me up on the Niobrara next summer,”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“Your father’s agreed to let you off after harvest.” He | boy, with his pleasant voice and his fine head and eyes. He looked very manly as he stood there without a hat, the wind rippling his shirt about his brown neck and shoulders. “Don’t forget that you and Rudolph are going hunting with me up on the Niobrara next summer,”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“Your father’s agreed to l... | fence and ran off into the pasture. “That’s like him,” his brother said with a shrug. “He’s a crazy kid. Maybe he’s sorry to have you go, and maybe he’s jealous. He’s jealous of anybody mother makes a fuss over, even the priest.” I found I hated to leave this boy, with his pleasant voice and his fine head and eyes. He ... | from there twenty-six year!” III AFTER dinner the next day I said good-bye and drove back to Hastings to take the train for Black Hawk. Ántonia and her children gathered round my buggy before I started, and even the little ones looked up at me with friendly faces. Leo and Ambrosch ran ahead to open the lane gate. Whe... | to the silence; the wheeze of the pump, the grunting of the pigs, an occasional squawking when the hens were disturbed by a rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the instrument of Ántonia’s special mission. This was a fine life, certainly, but it was n’t the kind of life he had wanted to live. I wonder... | look about, he saw Ántonia, and she was exactly the kind of girl he had always been hunting for. They were married at once, though he had to borrow money from his cousin to buy the wedding-ring. “It was a pretty hard job, breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,” he said, pushing back his hat and scratch... | Vienna and the Ringstrasse and the theaters. “Gee! I like to go back there once, when the boys is big enough to farm the place. Sometimes when I read the papers from the old country, I pretty near run away,” he confessed with a little laugh. “I never did think how I would be a settled man like this.” He was still, as Á... | My Antonia |
“Your father’s agreed to let you off after harvest.” | Jim | Niobrara next summer,” I said.<|quote|>“Your father’s agreed to let you off after harvest.”</|quote|>He smiled. “I won’t likely | with me up on the Niobrara next summer,” I said.<|quote|>“Your father’s agreed to let you off after harvest.”</|quote|>He smiled. “I won’t likely forget. I’ve never had such | his pleasant voice and his fine head and eyes. He looked very manly as he stood there without a hat, the wind rippling his shirt about his brown neck and shoulders. “Don’t forget that you and Rudolph are going hunting with me up on the Niobrara next summer,” I said.<|quote|>“Your father’s agreed to let you off after ha... | ran off into the pasture. “That’s like him,” his brother said with a shrug. “He’s a crazy kid. Maybe he’s sorry to have you go, and maybe he’s jealous. He’s jealous of anybody mother makes a fuss over, even the priest.” I found I hated to leave this boy, with his pleasant voice and his fine head and eyes. He looked ver... | twenty-six year!” III AFTER dinner the next day I said good-bye and drove back to Hastings to take the train for Black Hawk. Ántonia and her children gathered round my buggy before I started, and even the little ones looked up at me with friendly faces. Leo and Ambrosch ran ahead to open the lane gate. When I reached... | silence; the wheeze of the pump, the grunting of the pigs, an occasional squawking when the hens were disturbed by a rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the instrument of Ántonia’s special mission. This was a fine life, certainly, but it was n’t the kind of life he had wanted to live. I wondered whet... | he saw Ántonia, and she was exactly the kind of girl he had always been hunting for. They were married at once, though he had to borrow money from his cousin to buy the wedding-ring. “It was a pretty hard job, breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,” he said, pushing back his hat and scratching his griz... | the boys is big enough to farm the place. Sometimes when I read the papers from the old country, I pretty near run away,” he confessed with a little laugh. “I never did think how I would be a settled man like this.” He was still, as Ántonia said, a city man. He liked theaters and lighted streets and music and a game of... | My Antonia |
He smiled. | No speaker | let you off after harvest.”<|quote|>He smiled.</|quote|>“I won’t likely forget. I’ve | said. “Your father’s agreed to let you off after harvest.”<|quote|>He smiled.</|quote|>“I won’t likely forget. I’ve never had such a nice | He looked very manly as he stood there without a hat, the wind rippling his shirt about his brown neck and shoulders. “Don’t forget that you and Rudolph are going hunting with me up on the Niobrara next summer,” I said. “Your father’s agreed to let you off after harvest.”<|quote|>He smiled.</|quote|>“I won’t likely for... | brother said with a shrug. “He’s a crazy kid. Maybe he’s sorry to have you go, and maybe he’s jealous. He’s jealous of anybody mother makes a fuss over, even the priest.” I found I hated to leave this boy, with his pleasant voice and his fine head and eyes. He looked very manly as he stood there without a hat, the wind... | said good-bye and drove back to Hastings to take the train for Black Hawk. Ántonia and her children gathered round my buggy before I started, and even the little ones looked up at me with friendly faces. Leo and Ambrosch ran ahead to open the lane gate. When I reached the bottom of the hill, I glanced back. The group w... | the pigs, an occasional squawking when the hens were disturbed by a rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the instrument of Ántonia’s special mission. This was a fine life, certainly, but it was n’t the kind of life he had wanted to live. I wondered whether the life that was right for one was ever righ... | of girl he had always been hunting for. They were married at once, though he had to borrow money from his cousin to buy the wedding-ring. “It was a pretty hard job, breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,” he said, pushing back his hat and scratching his grizzled hair. “Sometimes I git awful sore on thi... | n’t the kind of life he had wanted to live. I wondered whether the life that was right for one was ever right for two! I asked Cuzak if he did n’t find it hard to do without the gay company he had always been used to. He knocked out his pipe against an upright, sighed, and dropped it into his pocket. “At first I near g... | My Antonia |
“I won’t likely forget. I’ve never had such a nice thing offered to me before. I don’t know what makes you so nice to us boys,” | One of Antonia's children | off after harvest.” He smiled.<|quote|>“I won’t likely forget. I’ve never had such a nice thing offered to me before. I don’t know what makes you so nice to us boys,”</|quote|>he added, blushing. “Oh, yes | father’s agreed to let you off after harvest.” He smiled.<|quote|>“I won’t likely forget. I’ve never had such a nice thing offered to me before. I don’t know what makes you so nice to us boys,”</|quote|>he added, blushing. “Oh, yes you do!” I said, gathering | very manly as he stood there without a hat, the wind rippling his shirt about his brown neck and shoulders. “Don’t forget that you and Rudolph are going hunting with me up on the Niobrara next summer,” I said. “Your father’s agreed to let you off after harvest.” He smiled.<|quote|>“I won’t likely forget. I’ve never had... | with a shrug. “He’s a crazy kid. Maybe he’s sorry to have you go, and maybe he’s jealous. He’s jealous of anybody mother makes a fuss over, even the priest.” I found I hated to leave this boy, with his pleasant voice and his fine head and eyes. He looked very manly as he stood there without a hat, the wind rippling his... | and drove back to Hastings to take the train for Black Hawk. Ántonia and her children gathered round my buggy before I started, and even the little ones looked up at me with friendly faces. Leo and Ambrosch ran ahead to open the lane gate. When I reached the bottom of the hill, I glanced back. The group was still there... | an occasional squawking when the hens were disturbed by a rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the instrument of Ántonia’s special mission. This was a fine life, certainly, but it was n’t the kind of life he had wanted to live. I wondered whether the life that was right for one was ever right for two!... | he had always been hunting for. They were married at once, though he had to borrow money from his cousin to buy the wedding-ring. “It was a pretty hard job, breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,” he said, pushing back his hat and scratching his grizzled hair. “Sometimes I git awful sore on this place ... | ever right for two! I asked Cuzak if he did n’t find it hard to do without the gay company he had always been used to. He knocked out his pipe against an upright, sighed, and dropped it into his pocket. “At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,” he said frankly, “but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always mak... | My Antonia |
he added, blushing. | No speaker | so nice to us boys,”<|quote|>he added, blushing.</|quote|>“Oh, yes you do!” I | don’t know what makes you so nice to us boys,”<|quote|>he added, blushing.</|quote|>“Oh, yes you do!” I said, gathering up my reins. | are going hunting with me up on the Niobrara next summer,” I said. “Your father’s agreed to let you off after harvest.” He smiled. “I won’t likely forget. I’ve never had such a nice thing offered to me before. I don’t know what makes you so nice to us boys,”<|quote|>he added, blushing.</|quote|>“Oh, yes you do!” I said... | over, even the priest.” I found I hated to leave this boy, with his pleasant voice and his fine head and eyes. He looked very manly as he stood there without a hat, the wind rippling his shirt about his brown neck and shoulders. “Don’t forget that you and Rudolph are going hunting with me up on the Niobrara next summer... | little ones looked up at me with friendly faces. Leo and Ambrosch ran ahead to open the lane gate. When I reached the bottom of the hill, I glanced back. The group was still there by the windmill. Ántonia was waving her apron. At the gate Ambrosch lingered beside my buggy, resting his arm on the wheel-rim. Leo slipped ... | special mission. This was a fine life, certainly, but it was n’t the kind of life he had wanted to live. I wondered whether the life that was right for one was ever right for two! I asked Cuzak if he did n’t find it hard to do without the gay company he had always been used to. He knocked out his pipe against an uprigh... | a pretty hard job, breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,” he said, pushing back his hat and scratching his grizzled hair. “Sometimes I git awful sore on this place and want to quit, but my wife she always say we better stick it out. The babies come along pretty fast, so it look like it be hard to move... | the gay company he had always been used to. He knocked out his pipe against an upright, sighed, and dropped it into his pocket. “At first I near go crazy with lonesomeness,” he said frankly, “but my woman is got such a warm heart. She always make it as good for me as she could. Now it ain’t so bad; I can begin to have ... | My Antonia |
“Oh, yes you do!” | Jim | us boys,” he added, blushing.<|quote|>“Oh, yes you do!”</|quote|>I said, gathering up my | makes you so nice to us boys,” he added, blushing.<|quote|>“Oh, yes you do!”</|quote|>I said, gathering up my reins. He made no answer | with me up on the Niobrara next summer,” I said. “Your father’s agreed to let you off after harvest.” He smiled. “I won’t likely forget. I’ve never had such a nice thing offered to me before. I don’t know what makes you so nice to us boys,” he added, blushing.<|quote|>“Oh, yes you do!”</|quote|>I said, gathering up my ... | priest.” I found I hated to leave this boy, with his pleasant voice and his fine head and eyes. He looked very manly as he stood there without a hat, the wind rippling his shirt about his brown neck and shoulders. “Don’t forget that you and Rudolph are going hunting with me up on the Niobrara next summer,” I said. “You... | up at me with friendly faces. Leo and Ambrosch ran ahead to open the lane gate. When I reached the bottom of the hill, I glanced back. The group was still there by the windmill. Ántonia was waving her apron. At the gate Ambrosch lingered beside my buggy, resting his arm on the wheel-rim. Leo slipped through the fence a... | was a fine life, certainly, but it was n’t the kind of life he had wanted to live. I wondered whether the life that was right for one was ever right for two! I asked Cuzak if he did n’t find it hard to do without the gay company he had always been used to. He knocked out his pipe against an upright, sighed, and dropped... | job, breaking up this place and making the first crops grow,” he said, pushing back his hat and scratching his grizzled hair. “Sometimes I git awful sore on this place and want to quit, but my wife she always say we better stick it out. The babies come along pretty fast, so it look like it be hard to move, anyhow. I gu... | countries in the world. I could see the little chap, sitting here every evening by the windmill, nursing his pipe and listening to the silence; the wheeze of the pump, the grunting of the pigs, an occasional squawking when the hens were disturbed by a rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the instrumen... | My Antonia |
I said, gathering up my reins. He made no answer to this, except to smile at me with unabashed pleasure and affection as I drove away. My day in Black Hawk was disappointing. Most of my old friends were dead or had moved away. Strange children, who meant nothing to me, were playing in the Harlings’ big yard when I ... | No speaker | blushing. “Oh, yes you do!”<|quote|>I said, gathering up my reins. He made no answer to this, except to smile at me with unabashed pleasure and affection as I drove away. My day in Black Hawk was disappointing. Most of my old friends were dead or had moved away. Strange children, who meant nothing to me, were playi... | to us boys,” he added, blushing. “Oh, yes you do!”<|quote|>I said, gathering up my reins. He made no answer to this, except to smile at me with unabashed pleasure and affection as I drove away. My day in Black Hawk was disappointing. Most of my old friends were dead or had moved away. Strange children, who meant no... | the Niobrara next summer,” I said. “Your father’s agreed to let you off after harvest.” He smiled. “I won’t likely forget. I’ve never had such a nice thing offered to me before. I don’t know what makes you so nice to us boys,” he added, blushing. “Oh, yes you do!”<|quote|>I said, gathering up my reins. He made no answ... | hated to leave this boy, with his pleasant voice and his fine head and eyes. He looked very manly as he stood there without a hat, the wind rippling his shirt about his brown neck and shoulders. “Don’t forget that you and Rudolph are going hunting with me up on the Niobrara next summer,” I said. “Your father’s agreed t... | friendly faces. Leo and Ambrosch ran ahead to open the lane gate. When I reached the bottom of the hill, I glanced back. The group was still there by the windmill. Ántonia was waving her apron. At the gate Ambrosch lingered beside my buggy, resting his arm on the wheel-rim. Leo slipped through the fence and ran off int... | certainly, but it was n’t the kind of life he had wanted to live. I wondered whether the life that was right for one was ever right for two! I asked Cuzak if he did n’t find it hard to do without the gay company he had always been used to. He knocked out his pipe against an upright, sighed, and dropped it into his pock... | place and making the first crops grow,” he said, pushing back his hat and scratching his grizzled hair. “Sometimes I git awful sore on this place and want to quit, but my wife she always say we better stick it out. The babies come along pretty fast, so it look like it be hard to move, anyhow. I guess she was right, all... | the little chap, sitting here every evening by the windmill, nursing his pipe and listening to the silence; the wheeze of the pump, the grunting of the pigs, an occasional squawking when the hens were disturbed by a rat. It did rather seem to me that Cuzak had been made the instrument of Ántonia’s special mission. This... | My Antonia |
THE END | No speaker | the precious, the incommunicable past.<|quote|>THE END</|quote|> | had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.<|quote|>THE END</|quote|> | had been the road of Destiny; had taken us to those early accidents of fortune which predetermined for us all that we can ever be. Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.<|quote|>THE END</|quote|> | by that obliterating strangeness. The feelings of that night were so near that I could reach out and touch them with my hand. I had the sense of coming home to myself, and of having found out what a little circle man’s experience is. For Ántonia and for me, this had been the road of Destiny; had taken us to those early... | the slopes where the farm wagons used to lurch up out of the hollows with a pull that brought curling muscles on the smooth hips of the horses. I sat down and watched the haystacks turn rosy in the slanting sunlight. This was the road over which Ántonia and I came on that night when we got off the train at Black Hawk a... | to play with for a long while yet. Even after the boys grew up, there would always be Cuzak himself! I meant to tramp along a few miles of lighted streets with Cuzak. As I wandered over those rough pastures, I had the good luck to stumble upon a bit of the first road that went from Black Hawk out to the north country; ... | that you and Rudolph are going hunting with me up on the Niobrara next summer,” I said. “Your father’s agreed to let you off after harvest.” He smiled. “I won’t likely forget. I’ve never had such a nice thing offered to me before. I don’t know what makes you so nice to us boys,” he added, blushing. “Oh, yes you do!” I ... | towns, and my mind was full of pleasant things; trips I meant to take with the Cuzak boys, in the Bad Lands and up on the Stinking Water. There were enough Cuzaks to play with for a long while yet. Even after the boys grew up, there would always be Cuzak himself! I meant to tramp along a few miles of lighted streets wi... | My Antonia |
CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember | No speaker | <|quote|>CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember</|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! | <|quote|>CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember</|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. | <|quote|>CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember</|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry | <|quote|>CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember</|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, y... | <|quote|>CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember</|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, y... | <|quote|>CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember</|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, y... | <|quote|>CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember</|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, y... | <|quote|>CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember</|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, y... | My Brilliant Career |
“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” | Sybylla Melvyn | ONE I Remember, I Remember<|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!”</|quote|>“Come, come, now. Daddy’s little | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember<|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!”</|quote|>“Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember<|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!”</|quote|>“Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, yo... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember<|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!”</|quote|>“Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, yo... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember<|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!”</|quote|>“Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, yo... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember<|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!”</|quote|>“Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, yo... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember<|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!”</|quote|>“Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, yo... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember<|quote|>“Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!”</|quote|>“Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, yo... | My Brilliant Career |
That is my first recollection of life. I was barely three. I can remember the majestic gum-trees surrounding us, the sun glinting on their straight white trunks, and falling on the gurgling fern-banked stream, which disappeared beneath a steep scrubby hill on our left. It was an hour past noon on a long clear summer da... | No speaker | up a row like that.”<|quote|>That is my first recollection of life. I was barely three. I can remember the majestic gum-trees surrounding us, the sun glinting on their straight white trunks, and falling on the gurgling fern-banked stream, which disappeared beneath a steep scrubby hill on our left. It was an hour past n... | Dart buck if you kick up a row like that.”<|quote|>That is my first recollection of life. I was barely three. I can remember the majestic gum-trees surrounding us, the sun glinting on their straight white trunks, and falling on the gurgling fern-banked stream, which disappeared beneath a steep scrubby hill on our left.... | mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! You’ll make old Dart buck if you kick up a row like that.”<|quote|>That is my first recollection of life. I was barely three. I can remember the maje... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember “Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! Y... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember “Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! Y... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember “Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! Y... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember “Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! Y... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember “Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! Y... | My Brilliant Career |
“Bitey! bitey!” | Sybylla Melvyn | butt of a tree fern.<|quote|>“Bitey! bitey!”</|quote|>I yelled, and father came | which was curled at the butt of a tree fern.<|quote|>“Bitey! bitey!”</|quote|>I yelled, and father came to my rescue, despatching the | of a few dingoes, had put strong doses of its contents in several dead beasts which we had come across. Whilst the dogs were being muzzled, I busied myself in plucking ferns and flowers. This disturbed a big black snake which was curled at the butt of a tree fern.<|quote|>“Bitey! bitey!”</|quote|>I yelled, and father c... | home. Preparatory to starting, father was muzzling the dogs which had just finished what lunch we had left. This process, to which the dogs strongly objected, was rendered necessary by a cogent reason. Father had brought his strychnine flask with him that day, and in hopes of causing the death of a few dingoes, had put... | surrounded, and was visible from where we lunched. I refilled the quart-pot in which we had boiled our tea with water from the creek, father doused our fire out with it, and then tied the quart to the D of his saddle with a piece of green hide. The green-hide bags in which the salt had been carried were hanging on the ... | hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! You’ll make old Dart buck if you kick up a row like that.” That is my first recollection of life. I was barely... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember “Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! Y... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember “Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! Y... | My Brilliant Career |
I yelled, and father came to my rescue, despatching the reptile with his stock-whip. He had been smoking, and dropped his pipe on the ferns. I picked it up, and the glowing embers which fell from it burnt my dirty little fat fists. Hence the noise with which my story commences. In all probability it was the burning of... | No speaker | a tree fern. “Bitey! bitey!”<|quote|>I yelled, and father came to my rescue, despatching the reptile with his stock-whip. He had been smoking, and dropped his pipe on the ferns. I picked it up, and the glowing embers which fell from it burnt my dirty little fat fists. Hence the noise with which my story commences. In ... | curled at the butt of a tree fern. “Bitey! bitey!”<|quote|>I yelled, and father came to my rescue, despatching the reptile with his stock-whip. He had been smoking, and dropped his pipe on the ferns. I picked it up, and the glowing embers which fell from it burnt my dirty little fat fists. Hence the noise with which my... | few dingoes, had put strong doses of its contents in several dead beasts which we had come across. Whilst the dogs were being muzzled, I busied myself in plucking ferns and flowers. This disturbed a big black snake which was curled at the butt of a tree fern. “Bitey! bitey!”<|quote|>I yelled, and father came to my resc... | to starting, father was muzzling the dogs which had just finished what lunch we had left. This process, to which the dogs strongly objected, was rendered necessary by a cogent reason. Father had brought his strychnine flask with him that day, and in hopes of causing the death of a few dingoes, had put strong doses of i... | was visible from where we lunched. I refilled the quart-pot in which we had boiled our tea with water from the creek, father doused our fire out with it, and then tied the quart to the D of his saddle with a piece of green hide. The green-hide bags in which the salt had been carried were hanging on the hooks of the pac... | come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! You’ll make old Dart buck if you kick up a row like that.” That is my first recollection of life. I was barely three. I can... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember “Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! Y... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember “Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! Y... | My Brilliant Career |
“Dick” | No speaker | England with William the Conqueror.<|quote|>“Dick”</|quote|>Melvyn was as renowned for | depraved old pirates who pillaged England with William the Conqueror.<|quote|>“Dick”</|quote|>Melvyn was as renowned for hospitality as joviality, and our | was admitted into swelldom merely by right of his position. His pedigree included nothing beyond a grandfather. My mother, however, was a full-fledged aristocrat. She was one of the Bossiers of Caddagat, who numbered among their ancestry one of the depraved old pirates who pillaged England with William the Conqueror.<|... | I remember, and that is all I remember of it. We were twelve miles from home, but how we reached there I do not know. My father was a swell in those days—held Bruggabrong, Bin Bin East, and Bin Bin West, which three stations totalled close on 200,000 acres. Father was admitted into swelldom merely by right of his posit... | curled at the butt of a tree fern. “Bitey! bitey!” I yelled, and father came to my rescue, despatching the reptile with his stock-whip. He had been smoking, and dropped his pipe on the ferns. I picked it up, and the glowing embers which fell from it burnt my dirty little fat fists. Hence the noise with which my story c... | and peppercorn shrubs by which it was densely surrounded, and was visible from where we lunched. I refilled the quart-pot in which we had boiled our tea with water from the creek, father doused our fire out with it, and then tied the quart to the D of his saddle with a piece of green hide. The green-hide bags in which ... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember “Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! Y... | life. I was barely three. I can remember the majestic gum-trees surrounding us, the sun glinting on their straight white trunks, and falling on the gurgling fern-banked stream, which disappeared beneath a steep scrubby hill on our left. It was an hour past noon on a long clear summer day. We were on a distant part of t... | My Brilliant Career |
Melvyn was as renowned for hospitality as joviality, and our comfortable, wide-veranda’ed, irregularly built, slab house in its sheltered nook amid the Timlinbilly Ranges was ever full to overflowing. Doctors, lawyers, squatters, commercial travellers, bankers, journalists, tourists, and men of all kinds and classes cr... | No speaker | with William the Conqueror. “Dick”<|quote|>Melvyn was as renowned for hospitality as joviality, and our comfortable, wide-veranda’ed, irregularly built, slab house in its sheltered nook amid the Timlinbilly Ranges was ever full to overflowing. Doctors, lawyers, squatters, commercial travellers, bankers, journalists, to... | old pirates who pillaged England with William the Conqueror. “Dick”<|quote|>Melvyn was as renowned for hospitality as joviality, and our comfortable, wide-veranda’ed, irregularly built, slab house in its sheltered nook amid the Timlinbilly Ranges was ever full to overflowing. Doctors, lawyers, squatters, commercial tra... | admitted into swelldom merely by right of his position. His pedigree included nothing beyond a grandfather. My mother, however, was a full-fledged aristocrat. She was one of the Bossiers of Caddagat, who numbered among their ancestry one of the depraved old pirates who pillaged England with William the Conqueror. “Dick... | remember, and that is all I remember of it. We were twelve miles from home, but how we reached there I do not know. My father was a swell in those days—held Bruggabrong, Bin Bin East, and Bin Bin West, which three stations totalled close on 200,000 acres. Father was admitted into swelldom merely by right of his positio... | at the butt of a tree fern. “Bitey! bitey!” I yelled, and father came to my rescue, despatching the reptile with his stock-whip. He had been smoking, and dropped his pipe on the ferns. I picked it up, and the glowing embers which fell from it burnt my dirty little fat fists. Hence the noise with which my story commence... | peppercorn shrubs by which it was densely surrounded, and was visible from where we lunched. I refilled the quart-pot in which we had boiled our tea with water from the creek, father doused our fire out with it, and then tied the quart to the D of his saddle with a piece of green hide. The green-hide bags in which the ... | CHAPTER ONE I Remember, I Remember “Boo, hoo! Ow, ow; Oh! oh! Me’ll die. Boo, hoo. The pain, the pain! Boo, hoo!” “Come, come, now. Daddy’s little mate isn’t going to turn Turk like that, is she? I’ll put some fat out of the dinner-bag on it, and tie it up in my hanky. Don’t cry any more now. Hush, you must not cry! Y... | of the creek. The stringybark roof of the salt-shed which protected the troughs from rain peeped out picturesquely from the musk and peppercorn shrubs by which it was densely surrounded, and was visible from where we lunched. I refilled the quart-pot in which we had boiled our tea with water from the creek, father dous... | My Brilliant Career |
he said, | No speaker | idea. “Let her alone, Lucy,”<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>“let her alone. The rubbishing | tomboy. My father poohed the idea. “Let her alone, Lucy,”<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>“let her alone. The rubbishing conventionalities which are the curse | ride anything on the place. Side-saddle, man-saddle, no-saddle, or astride were all the same to me. I rode among the musterers as gamely as any of the big sunburnt bushmen. My mother remonstrated, opined I would be a great unwomanly tomboy. My father poohed the idea. “Let her alone, Lucy,”<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>“le... | than a shearer, unless when I meet him he displays some personality apart from his princeship—otherwise he can go hang. Authentic record of the date when first I had a horse to myself has not been kept, but it must have been early, as at eight I was fit to ride anything on the place. Side-saddle, man-saddle, no-saddle,... | In flowery language, selected from slang used by the station hands, and long words picked up from our visitors, I propounded unanswerable questions which brought blushes to the cheeks of even tough old wine-bibbers. Nothing would induce me to show more respect to an appraiser of the runs than to a boundary-rider, or to... | I remember of it. We were twelve miles from home, but how we reached there I do not know. My father was a swell in those days—held Bruggabrong, Bin Bin East, and Bin Bin West, which three stations totalled close on 200,000 acres. Father was admitted into swelldom merely by right of his position. His pedigree included n... | our left. It was an hour past noon on a long clear summer day. We were on a distant part of the run, where my father had come to deposit salt. He had left home early in the dewy morning, carrying me in front of him on a little brown pillow which my mother had made for the purpose. We had put the lumps of rock-salt in t... | amusement of the station. Old boundary-riders and drovers inquire after me with interest to this day. I knew everyone’s business, and was ever in danger of publishing it at an inopportune moment. In flowery language, selected from slang used by the station hands, and long words picked up from our visitors, I propounded... | My Brilliant Career |
So, smiling and saying, | No speaker | soon enough. Let her alone!”<|quote|>So, smiling and saying,</|quote|>“She should have been a | her sex will bother her soon enough. Let her alone!”<|quote|>So, smiling and saying,</|quote|>“She should have been a boy,” my mother let me | as any of the big sunburnt bushmen. My mother remonstrated, opined I would be a great unwomanly tomboy. My father poohed the idea. “Let her alone, Lucy,” he said, “let her alone. The rubbishing conventionalities which are the curse of her sex will bother her soon enough. Let her alone!”<|quote|>So, smiling and saying,<... | the date when first I had a horse to myself has not been kept, but it must have been early, as at eight I was fit to ride anything on the place. Side-saddle, man-saddle, no-saddle, or astride were all the same to me. I rode among the musterers as gamely as any of the big sunburnt bushmen. My mother remonstrated, opined... | which brought blushes to the cheeks of even tough old wine-bibbers. Nothing would induce me to show more respect to an appraiser of the runs than to a boundary-rider, or to a clergyman than a drover. I am the same to this day. My organ of veneration must be flatter than a pancake, because to venerate a person simply fo... | swell in those days—held Bruggabrong, Bin Bin East, and Bin Bin West, which three stations totalled close on 200,000 acres. Father was admitted into swelldom merely by right of his position. His pedigree included nothing beyond a grandfather. My mother, however, was a full-fledged aristocrat. She was one of the Bossier... | where my father had come to deposit salt. He had left home early in the dewy morning, carrying me in front of him on a little brown pillow which my mother had made for the purpose. We had put the lumps of rock-salt in the troughs on the other side of the creek. The stringybark roof of the salt-shed which protected the ... | depraved old pirates who pillaged England with William the Conqueror. “Dick” Melvyn was as renowned for hospitality as joviality, and our comfortable, wide-veranda’ed, irregularly built, slab house in its sheltered nook amid the Timlinbilly Ranges was ever full to overflowing. Doctors, lawyers, squatters, commercial tr... | My Brilliant Career |
my mother let me alone, and I rode, and in comparison to my size made as much noise with my stock-whip as any one. Accidents had no power over me, I came unscathed out of droves of them. Fear I knew not. Did a drunken tramp happen to kick up a row, I was always the first to confront him, and, from my majestic and roly... | No speaker | should have been a boy,”<|quote|>my mother let me alone, and I rode, and in comparison to my size made as much noise with my stock-whip as any one. Accidents had no power over me, I came unscathed out of droves of them. Fear I knew not. Did a drunken tramp happen to kick up a row, I was always the first to confront hi... | So, smiling and saying, “She should have been a boy,”<|quote|>my mother let me alone, and I rode, and in comparison to my size made as much noise with my stock-whip as any one. Accidents had no power over me, I came unscathed out of droves of them. Fear I knew not. Did a drunken tramp happen to kick up a row, I was al... | opined I would be a great unwomanly tomboy. My father poohed the idea. “Let her alone, Lucy,” he said, “let her alone. The rubbishing conventionalities which are the curse of her sex will bother her soon enough. Let her alone!” So, smiling and saying, “She should have been a boy,”<|quote|>my mother let me alone, and I ... | has not been kept, but it must have been early, as at eight I was fit to ride anything on the place. Side-saddle, man-saddle, no-saddle, or astride were all the same to me. I rode among the musterers as gamely as any of the big sunburnt bushmen. My mother remonstrated, opined I would be a great unwomanly tomboy. My fat... | wine-bibbers. Nothing would induce me to show more respect to an appraiser of the runs than to a boundary-rider, or to a clergyman than a drover. I am the same to this day. My organ of veneration must be flatter than a pancake, because to venerate a person simply for his position I never did or will. To me the Prince o... | Bin West, which three stations totalled close on 200,000 acres. Father was admitted into swelldom merely by right of his position. His pedigree included nothing beyond a grandfather. My mother, however, was a full-fledged aristocrat. She was one of the Bossiers of Caddagat, who numbered among their ancestry one of the ... | left home early in the dewy morning, carrying me in front of him on a little brown pillow which my mother had made for the purpose. We had put the lumps of rock-salt in the troughs on the other side of the creek. The stringybark roof of the salt-shed which protected the troughs from rain peeped out picturesquely from t... | accustomed to take me with him, but that is the only jaunt at that date which I remember, and that is all I remember of it. We were twelve miles from home, but how we reached there I do not know. My father was a swell in those days—held Bruggabrong, Bin Bin East, and Bin Bin West, which three stations totalled close on... | My Brilliant Career |
said my father. My mother objected. She proposed a governess now and a good boarding-school later on. She had heard such dreadful stories of public schools! It was terrible to be compelled to send her darlings to one; they would be ruined in a week! | No speaker | quickly as possible, of course,”<|quote|>said my father. My mother objected. She proposed a governess now and a good boarding-school later on. She had heard such dreadful stories of public schools! It was terrible to be compelled to send her darlings to one; they would be ruined in a week!</|quote|>“Not they,” said fa... | nippers off to school as quickly as possible, of course,”<|quote|>said my father. My mother objected. She proposed a governess now and a good boarding-school later on. She had heard such dreadful stories of public schools! It was terrible to be compelled to send her darlings to one; they would be ruined in a week!</|q... | an intimation from the teacher of the public school, two miles distant, to the effect that the law demanded that they should send their children to school. It upset my mother greatly. What was she to do? “Do! Bundle the nippers off to school as quickly as possible, of course,”<|quote|>said my father. My mother objecte... | volubly upon the best way of setting turkey hens. On taking their departure they cordially invited us all to return their visits, and begged mother to allow her children to spend a day with theirs. We had been resident in our new quarters nearly a month when my parents received an intimation from the teacher of the pub... | that it did not then interest us, as we were not living in that shop just then. Mrs Melvyn must have found favour in the eyes of the specimens of the lords of creation resident at Possum Gully, as all the matrons of the community hastened to call on her, and vied with each other in a display of friendliness and good-na... | wives finished the ceremony of inauguration by paying a friendly visit. After his arrival at Possum Gully father was much away on business, and so on my mother fell the ordeal of receiving the callers, male and female. The men were honest, good-natured, respectable, common bushmen farmers. Too friendly to pay a short c... | full of plans, and very sanguine concerning his future. He was not going to squat henlike on his place as the cockies around him did. He meant to deal in stock making of Possum Gully merely a depot on which to run some of his bargains until reselling. Dear, oh dear! It was terrible to think he had wasted the greater pa... | subjects of the day, but her efforts fell flat. She might as well have spoken in French. They conversed for hours and hours about dairying, interspersed with pointless anecdotes of the man who had lived there before us. I found them very tame. After graphic descriptions of life on big stations outback, and the dashing ... | My Brilliant Career |
said father. | No speaker | in a week! “Not they,”<|quote|>said father.</|quote|>“Run them off for a | one; they would be ruined in a week! “Not they,”<|quote|>said father.</|quote|>“Run them off for a week or two, or a | possible, of course,” said my father. My mother objected. She proposed a governess now and a good boarding-school later on. She had heard such dreadful stories of public schools! It was terrible to be compelled to send her darlings to one; they would be ruined in a week! “Not they,”<|quote|>said father.</|quote|>“Run ... | my parents received an intimation from the teacher of the public school, two miles distant, to the effect that the law demanded that they should send their children to school. It upset my mother greatly. What was she to do? “Do! Bundle the nippers off to school as quickly as possible, of course,” said my father. My mo... | call on her, and vied with each other in a display of friendliness and good-nature. They brought presents of poultry, jam, butter, and suchlike. They came at two o’clock and stayed till dark. They inventoried the furniture, gave mother cookery recipes, described minutely the unsurpassable talents of each of their child... | Too friendly to pay a short call, they came and sat for hours yarning about nothing in particular. This bored my gentle mother excessively. She attempted to entertain them with conversation of current literature and subjects of the day, but her efforts fell flat. She might as well have spoken in French. They conversed ... | reselling. Dear, oh dear! It was terrible to think he had wasted the greater part of his life among the hills where the mail came but once a week, and where the nearest town, of 650 inhabitants, was forty-six miles distant. And the road had been impassable for vehicles. Here, only seventeen miles from a city like Goulb... | folk and children under sixteen. The boys, as they attained manhood, drifted outback to shear, drove, or to take up land. They found it too slow at home, and besides there was not room enough for them there when they passed childhood. Nothing ever happened there. Time was no object, and the days slid quietly into the r... | My Brilliant Career |
We went to school, and in our dainty befrilled pinafores and light shoes were regarded as great swells by the other scholars. They for the most part were the children of very poor farmers, whose farm earnings were augmented by road-work, wood-carting, or any such labour which came within their grasp. All the boys went ... | No speaker | down here for the present.”<|quote|>We went to school, and in our dainty befrilled pinafores and light shoes were regarded as great swells by the other scholars. They for the most part were the children of very poor farmers, whose farm earnings were augmented by road-work, wood-carting, or any such labour which came wi... | Send the youngsters to school down here for the present.”<|quote|>We went to school, and in our dainty befrilled pinafores and light shoes were regarded as great swells by the other scholars. They for the most part were the children of very poor farmers, whose farm earnings were augmented by road-work, wood-carting, or... | a governess. You are in no state of health to worry about one just now, and it is utterly impossible that I can see about the matter at present. I have several specs. on foot that I must attend to. Send the youngsters to school down here for the present.”<|quote|>We went to school, and in our dainty befrilled pinafores... | was terrible to be compelled to send her darlings to one; they would be ruined in a week! “Not they,” said father. “Run them off for a week or two, or a month at the outside. They can’t come to any harm in that time. After that we will get a governess. You are in no state of health to worry about one just now, and it i... | her children to spend a day with theirs. We had been resident in our new quarters nearly a month when my parents received an intimation from the teacher of the public school, two miles distant, to the effect that the law demanded that they should send their children to school. It upset my mother greatly. What was she t... | descriptions of life on big stations outback, and the dashing snake yarns told by our kitchen-folk at Bruggabrong, and the anecdotes of African hunting, travel, and society life which had often formed our guests’ subject of conversation, this endless fiddle-faddle of the price of farm produce and the state of crops was... | the sentiments to which he gave birth out of the fullness of his hopeful heart. Ere the diggings had broken out on Bruggabrong, our nearest neighbour, excepting, of course, boundary-riders, was seventeen miles distant. Possum Gully was a thickly populated district, and here we were surrounded by homes ranging from half... | on big stations outback, and the dashing snake yarns told by our kitchen-folk at Bruggabrong, and the anecdotes of African hunting, travel, and society life which had often formed our guests’ subject of conversation, this endless fiddle-faddle of the price of farm produce and the state of crops was very fatuous. Those ... | My Brilliant Career |
. | No speaker | mooching hen of a chap”<|quote|>.</|quote|>“I suppose, Jane, you like | the way, she termed “a mooching hen of a chap”<|quote|>.</|quote|>“I suppose, Jane, you like being here near Goulburn, better | for an hour or two with Jane Haizelip, our servant-girl. Jane disliked Possum Gully as much as I did. Her feeling being much more defined, it was amusing to hear the flat-out opinions she expressed to Mr Blackshaw, whom, by the way, she termed “a mooching hen of a chap”<|quote|>.</|quote|>“I suppose, Jane, you like bei... | all new-comers under his wing, and with officious good-nature endeavour to make them feel at home. He called on us daily, tied his horse to the paling fence beneath the shade of a sallie-tree in the backyard, and when mother was unable to see him he was content to yarn for an hour or two with Jane Haizelip, our servant... | younger than I. Also my other brothers and sisters are quickly getting finishedwards; but that is the only school any of us have seen or known. There was even a time when father spoke of filling in the free forms for our attendance there. But mother—a woman’s pride bears more wear than a man’s—would never allow us to c... | that we will get a governess. You are in no state of health to worry about one just now, and it is utterly impossible that I can see about the matter at present. I have several specs. on foot that I must attend to. Send the youngsters to school down here for the present.” We went to school, and in our dainty befrilled ... | to entertain them with conversation of current literature and subjects of the day, but her efforts fell flat. She might as well have spoken in French. They conversed for hours and hours about dairying, interspersed with pointless anecdotes of the man who had lived there before us. I found them very tame. After graphic ... | their grasp. All the boys went barefooted, also a moiety of the girls. The school was situated on a wild scrubby hill, and the teacher boarded with a resident a mile from it. He was a man addicted to drink, and the parents of his scholars lived in daily expectation of seeing his dismissal from the service. It is nearly... | My Brilliant Career |
he said one morning as he comfortably settled himself on an old sofa in the kitchen. | No speaker | out-of-the-way place you came from,”<|quote|>he said one morning as he comfortably settled himself on an old sofa in the kitchen.</|quote|>“No jolly fear. Out-of-the-way place! | near Goulburn, better than that out-of-the-way place you came from,”<|quote|>he said one morning as he comfortably settled himself on an old sofa in the kitchen.</|quote|>“No jolly fear. Out-of-the-way place! There was more life at | did. Her feeling being much more defined, it was amusing to hear the flat-out opinions she expressed to Mr Blackshaw, whom, by the way, she termed “a mooching hen of a chap” . “I suppose, Jane, you like being here near Goulburn, better than that out-of-the-way place you came from,”<|quote|>he said one morning as he com... | on us daily, tied his horse to the paling fence beneath the shade of a sallie-tree in the backyard, and when mother was unable to see him he was content to yarn for an hour or two with Jane Haizelip, our servant-girl. Jane disliked Possum Gully as much as I did. Her feeling being much more defined, it was amusing to he... | school any of us have seen or known. There was even a time when father spoke of filling in the free forms for our attendance there. But mother—a woman’s pride bears more wear than a man’s—would never allow us to come to that. All our neighbours were very friendly; but one in particular, a James Blackshaw, proved himsel... | now, and it is utterly impossible that I can see about the matter at present. I have several specs. on foot that I must attend to. Send the youngsters to school down here for the present.” We went to school, and in our dainty befrilled pinafores and light shoes were regarded as great swells by the other scholars. They ... | She might as well have spoken in French. They conversed for hours and hours about dairying, interspersed with pointless anecdotes of the man who had lived there before us. I found them very tame. After graphic descriptions of life on big stations outback, and the dashing snake yarns told by our kitchen-folk at Bruggabr... | nippers off to school as quickly as possible, of course,” said my father. My mother objected. She proposed a governess now and a good boarding-school later on. She had heard such dreadful stories of public schools! It was terrible to be compelled to send her darlings to one; they would be ruined in a week! “Not they,”... | My Brilliant Career |
she retorted with vigour, energetically pommelling a batch of bread which she was mixing. | No speaker | see here all yer lives,”<|quote|>she retorted with vigour, energetically pommelling a batch of bread which she was mixing.</|quote|>“Why, at Brugga it was | day than you crawlers ’ud see here all yer lives,”<|quote|>she retorted with vigour, energetically pommelling a batch of bread which she was mixing.</|quote|>“Why, at Brugga it was as good as a show | here near Goulburn, better than that out-of-the-way place you came from,” he said one morning as he comfortably settled himself on an old sofa in the kitchen. “No jolly fear. Out-of-the-way place! There was more life at Bruggabrong in a day than you crawlers ’ud see here all yer lives,”<|quote|>she retorted with vigour... | Haizelip, our servant-girl. Jane disliked Possum Gully as much as I did. Her feeling being much more defined, it was amusing to hear the flat-out opinions she expressed to Mr Blackshaw, whom, by the way, she termed “a mooching hen of a chap” . “I suppose, Jane, you like being here near Goulburn, better than that out-of... | to come to that. All our neighbours were very friendly; but one in particular, a James Blackshaw, proved himself most desirous of being comradely with us. He was a sort of self-constituted sheik of the community. It was usual for him to take all new-comers under his wing, and with officious good-nature endeavour to mak... | school, and in our dainty befrilled pinafores and light shoes were regarded as great swells by the other scholars. They for the most part were the children of very poor farmers, whose farm earnings were augmented by road-work, wood-carting, or any such labour which came within their grasp. All the boys went barefooted,... | on big stations outback, and the dashing snake yarns told by our kitchen-folk at Bruggabrong, and the anecdotes of African hunting, travel, and society life which had often formed our guests’ subject of conversation, this endless fiddle-faddle of the price of farm produce and the state of crops was very fatuous. Those ... | intimation from the teacher of the public school, two miles distant, to the effect that the law demanded that they should send their children to school. It upset my mother greatly. What was she to do? “Do! Bundle the nippers off to school as quickly as possible, of course,” said my father. My mother objected. She prop... | My Brilliant Career |
and she emitted a snort of contempt, | No speaker | I tell you; but here,”<|quote|>and she emitted a snort of contempt,</|quote|>“there ain’t one bloomin’ feller | a lark or two there I tell you; but here,”<|quote|>and she emitted a snort of contempt,</|quote|>“there ain’t one bloomin’ feller to do a mash with. | till Sunday evenin’. Splitters, boundary-riders, dogtrappers—every manjack of ’em. Some of us wuz always good fer a toon on the concertina, and the rest would dance. We had fun to no end. A girl could have a fly round and a lark or two there I tell you; but here,”<|quote|>and she emitted a snort of contempt,</|quote|>“... | than you crawlers ’ud see here all yer lives,” she retorted with vigour, energetically pommelling a batch of bread which she was mixing. “Why, at Brugga it was as good as a show every week. On Saturday evening all the coves used to come in for their mail. They’d stay till Sunday evenin’. Splitters, boundary-riders, dog... | to yarn for an hour or two with Jane Haizelip, our servant-girl. Jane disliked Possum Gully as much as I did. Her feeling being much more defined, it was amusing to hear the flat-out opinions she expressed to Mr Blackshaw, whom, by the way, she termed “a mooching hen of a chap” . “I suppose, Jane, you like being here n... | scholars lived in daily expectation of seeing his dismissal from the service. It is nearly ten years since the twins (who came next to me) and I were enrolled as pupils of the Tiger Swamp public school. My education was completed there; so was that of the twins, who are eleven months younger than I. Also my other broth... | found favour in the eyes of the specimens of the lords of creation resident at Possum Gully, as all the matrons of the community hastened to call on her, and vied with each other in a display of friendliness and good-nature. They brought presents of poultry, jam, butter, and suchlike. They came at two o’clock and staye... | there; so was that of the twins, who are eleven months younger than I. Also my other brothers and sisters are quickly getting finishedwards; but that is the only school any of us have seen or known. There was even a time when father spoke of filling in the free forms for our attendance there. But mother—a woman’s pride... | My Brilliant Career |
said Blackshaw. | No speaker | to it by and by,”<|quote|>said Blackshaw.</|quote|>“Used to it! A person | ever seen.” “You’ll git used to it by and by,”<|quote|>said Blackshaw.</|quote|>“Used to it! A person ’ud hev to be brought | and she emitted a snort of contempt, “there ain’t one bloomin’ feller to do a mash with. I’m full of the place. Only I promised to stick to the missus a while, I’d scoot tomorrer. It’s the dead-and-alivest hole I ever seen.” “You’ll git used to it by and by,”<|quote|>said Blackshaw.</|quote|>“Used to it! A person ’ud h... | till Sunday evenin’. Splitters, boundary-riders, dogtrappers—every manjack of ’em. Some of us wuz always good fer a toon on the concertina, and the rest would dance. We had fun to no end. A girl could have a fly round and a lark or two there I tell you; but here,” and she emitted a snort of contempt, “there ain’t one b... | a chap” . “I suppose, Jane, you like being here near Goulburn, better than that out-of-the-way place you came from,” he said one morning as he comfortably settled himself on an old sofa in the kitchen. “No jolly fear. Out-of-the-way place! There was more life at Bruggabrong in a day than you crawlers ’ud see here all y... | eleven months younger than I. Also my other brothers and sisters are quickly getting finishedwards; but that is the only school any of us have seen or known. There was even a time when father spoke of filling in the free forms for our attendance there. But mother—a woman’s pride bears more wear than a man’s—would never... | They came at two o’clock and stayed till dark. They inventoried the furniture, gave mother cookery recipes, described minutely the unsurpassable talents of each of their children, and descanted volubly upon the best way of setting turkey hens. On taking their departure they cordially invited us all to return their visi... | the free forms for our attendance there. But mother—a woman’s pride bears more wear than a man’s—would never allow us to come to that. All our neighbours were very friendly; but one in particular, a James Blackshaw, proved himself most desirous of being comradely with us. He was a sort of self-constituted sheik of the ... | My Brilliant Career |
replied he, noting the liberal proportions of her figure as she hauled a couple of heavy pots off the fire. He did not offer to help her. Etiquette of that sort was beyond his ken. | No speaker | Bramer Pooter, if you were,”<|quote|>replied he, noting the liberal proportions of her figure as she hauled a couple of heavy pots off the fire. He did not offer to help her. Etiquette of that sort was beyond his ken.</|quote|>“You oughter go out more | must have been a big Bramer Pooter, if you were,”<|quote|>replied he, noting the liberal proportions of her figure as she hauled a couple of heavy pots off the fire. He did not offer to help her. Etiquette of that sort was beyond his ken.</|quote|>“You oughter go out more and then you wouldn’t find | used to it by and by,” said Blackshaw. “Used to it! A person ’ud hev to be brought up onder a hen to git used to the dullness of this hole.” “You wasn’t brought up under a hen, or it must have been a big Bramer Pooter, if you were,”<|quote|>replied he, noting the liberal proportions of her figure as she hauled a couple... | there I tell you; but here,” and she emitted a snort of contempt, “there ain’t one bloomin’ feller to do a mash with. I’m full of the place. Only I promised to stick to the missus a while, I’d scoot tomorrer. It’s the dead-and-alivest hole I ever seen.” “You’ll git used to it by and by,” said Blackshaw. “Used to it! A ... | life at Bruggabrong in a day than you crawlers ’ud see here all yer lives,” she retorted with vigour, energetically pommelling a batch of bread which she was mixing. “Why, at Brugga it was as good as a show every week. On Saturday evening all the coves used to come in for their mail. They’d stay till Sunday evenin’. Sp... | attendance there. But mother—a woman’s pride bears more wear than a man’s—would never allow us to come to that. All our neighbours were very friendly; but one in particular, a James Blackshaw, proved himself most desirous of being comradely with us. He was a sort of self-constituted sheik of the community. It was usual... | invited us all to return their visits, and begged mother to allow her children to spend a day with theirs. We had been resident in our new quarters nearly a month when my parents received an intimation from the teacher of the public school, two miles distant, to the effect that the law demanded that they should send th... | forms for our attendance there. But mother—a woman’s pride bears more wear than a man’s—would never allow us to come to that. All our neighbours were very friendly; but one in particular, a James Blackshaw, proved himself most desirous of being comradely with us. He was a sort of self-constituted sheik of the community... | My Brilliant Career |
he said, after she had placed the pots on the floor. | No speaker | wouldn’t find it so dull,”<|quote|>he said, after she had placed the pots on the floor.</|quote|>“Go out! Where ’ud I | out more and then you wouldn’t find it so dull,”<|quote|>he said, after she had placed the pots on the floor.</|quote|>“Go out! Where ’ud I go to, pray?” “Drop in | you were,” replied he, noting the liberal proportions of her figure as she hauled a couple of heavy pots off the fire. He did not offer to help her. Etiquette of that sort was beyond his ken. “You oughter go out more and then you wouldn’t find it so dull,”<|quote|>he said, after she had placed the pots on the floor.</|... | “You’ll git used to it by and by,” said Blackshaw. “Used to it! A person ’ud hev to be brought up onder a hen to git used to the dullness of this hole.” “You wasn’t brought up under a hen, or it must have been a big Bramer Pooter, if you were,” replied he, noting the liberal proportions of her figure as she hauled a co... | to come in for their mail. They’d stay till Sunday evenin’. Splitters, boundary-riders, dogtrappers—every manjack of ’em. Some of us wuz always good fer a toon on the concertina, and the rest would dance. We had fun to no end. A girl could have a fly round and a lark or two there I tell you; but here,” and she emitted ... | of the community. It was usual for him to take all new-comers under his wing, and with officious good-nature endeavour to make them feel at home. He called on us daily, tied his horse to the paling fence beneath the shade of a sallie-tree in the backyard, and when mother was unable to see him he was content to yarn for... | the effect that the law demanded that they should send their children to school. It upset my mother greatly. What was she to do? “Do! Bundle the nippers off to school as quickly as possible, of course,” said my father. My mother objected. She proposed a governess now and a good boarding-school later on. She had heard ... | girls. The school was situated on a wild scrubby hill, and the teacher boarded with a resident a mile from it. He was a man addicted to drink, and the parents of his scholars lived in daily expectation of seeing his dismissal from the service. It is nearly ten years since the twins (who came next to me) and I were enro... | My Brilliant Career |
This had the effect of making him depart. He said good morning and went off, not sure whether he was most amused or insulted. CHAPTER FOUR A Career Which Soon Careered To An End While mother, Jane Haizelip, and I found the days long and life slow, father was enjoying himself immensely. He had embarked upon a liv... | No speaker | to sweep under that sofer.”<|quote|>This had the effect of making him depart. He said good morning and went off, not sure whether he was most amused or insulted. CHAPTER FOUR A Career Which Soon Careered To An End While mother, Jane Haizelip, and I found the days long and life slow, father was enjoying himself im... | minute or two. I want to sweep under that sofer.”<|quote|>This had the effect of making him depart. He said good morning and went off, not sure whether he was most amused or insulted. CHAPTER FOUR A Career Which Soon Careered To An End While mother, Jane Haizelip, and I found the days long and life slow, father w... | I don’t think much of dairyin’. It’s slavin’, an’ delvin’, an’ scrapin’ yer eyeballs out from mornin’ to night, and nothink to show for your pains; and now you’ll oblige me, Mr Blackshaw, if youll lollop somewhere else for a minute or two. I want to sweep under that sofer.”<|quote|>This had the effect of making him dep... | a great pinch wen all the men were away at a fire or a muster. Down here they do everything. They do all the milkin’, and pig-feedin’, and poddy-rarin’. It makes me feel fit to retch. I don’t know whether it’s because the men is crawlers or whether it’s dairyin’. I don’t think much of dairyin’. It’s slavin’, an’ delvin... | time. You’re always welcome.” “Thanks, but I had plenty of goin’ to see your missus last time.” “How’s that?” “Why, I wasn’t there harf an hour wen she had to strip off her clean duds an’ go an’ milk. I don’t think much of any of the men around here. They let the women work too hard. I never see such a tired wore-out s... | and the rest would dance. We had fun to no end. A girl could have a fly round and a lark or two there I tell you; but here,” and she emitted a snort of contempt, “there ain’t one bloomin’ feller to do a mash with. I’m full of the place. Only I promised to stick to the missus a while, I’d scoot tomorrer. It’s the dead-a... | situated on a wild scrubby hill, and the teacher boarded with a resident a mile from it. He was a man addicted to drink, and the parents of his scholars lived in daily expectation of seeing his dismissal from the service. It is nearly ten years since the twins (who came next to me) and I were enrolled as pupils of the ... | a big Bramer Pooter, if you were,” replied he, noting the liberal proportions of her figure as she hauled a couple of heavy pots off the fire. He did not offer to help her. Etiquette of that sort was beyond his ken. “You oughter go out more and then you wouldn’t find it so dull,” he said, after she had placed the pots ... | My Brilliant Career |
, and a hand cream-separator. I was in my fifteenth year when we began dairying; the twins Horace and Gertie were, as you already know, eleven months younger. Horace, had there been any one to train him, contained the makings of a splendid man; but having no one to bring him up in the way he should go, he was a churli... | No speaker | which had to be “poddied”<|quote|>, and a hand cream-separator. I was in my fifteenth year when we began dairying; the twins Horace and Gertie were, as you already know, eleven months younger. Horace, had there been any one to train him, contained the makings of a splendid man; but having no one to bring him up in the... | fifty milch-cows, the calves of which had to be “poddied”<|quote|>, and a hand cream-separator. I was in my fifteenth year when we began dairying; the twins Horace and Gertie were, as you already know, eleven months younger. Horace, had there been any one to train him, contained the makings of a splendid man; but havi... | nothing to be made out of dealing in them. Richard Melvyn resolved to live as those around him—start a dairy; run it with his family, who would also rear poultry for sale. As instruments of the dairying trade he procured fifty milch-cows, the calves of which had to be “poddied”<|quote|>, and a hand cream-separator. I ... | Reverend’s inconsistency and mortgaged Possum Gully. With the money thus obtained he started once more and managed to make a scant livelihood and pay the interest on the bishop’s loan. In four or five years he had again reached loggerheads. The price of stock had fallen so that there was nothing to be made out of deali... | been squandered. He had become so hard up that to pay the drovers in his last venture he was forced to sell the calves of the few milch-cows retained for household uses. At this time it came to my father’s knowledge that one of our bishops had money held in trust for the Church. On good security he was giving this out ... | too many Utopian ideas of honesty, and was too soft ever to come off anything but second-best in a deal. He might as well have attempted to make his fortune by scraping a fiddle up and down Auburn Street, Goulburn. His dealing career was short and merry. His vanity to be considered a socialistic fellow, who was as read... | to strip off her clean duds an’ go an’ milk. I don’t think much of any of the men around here. They let the women work too hard. I never see such a tired wore-out set of women. It puts me in mind ev the time wen the black fellers made the gins do all the work. Why, on Bruggabrong the women never had to do no outside wo... | to the wall. He need not necessarily be downright unscrupulous, but if he wishes to profit he must not be overburdened with niceties in the point of honour. That is where Richard Melvyn fell through. He was crippled with too many Utopian ideas of honesty, and was too soft ever to come off anything but second-best in a ... | My Brilliant Career |
. This is the most godless occupation in which it has been my lot to engage. I did a great amount of thinking while feeding them—for, by the way, I am afflicted with the power of thought, which is a heavy curse. The less a person thinks and inquires regarding the why and the wherefore and the justice of things, when dr... | No speaker | duty to “rare the poddies”<|quote|>. This is the most godless occupation in which it has been my lot to engage. I did a great amount of thinking while feeding them—for, by the way, I am afflicted with the power of thought, which is a heavy curse. The less a person thinks and inquires regarding the why and the wherefore... | And Grumbles It was my duty to “rare the poddies”<|quote|>. This is the most godless occupation in which it has been my lot to engage. I did a great amount of thinking while feeding them—for, by the way, I am afflicted with the power of thought, which is a heavy curse. The less a person thinks and inquires regarding th... | a climbing plant without a pole—it groped about the ground, bruised itself, and became hungry searching for something strong to which to cling. Needing a master-hand to train and prune, it was becoming rank and sour. CHAPTER FIVE Disjointed Sketches And Grumbles It was my duty to “rare the poddies”<|quote|>. This is th... | other such inexpressible thoughts I got lost, grew dizzy, and drew back appalled at the spirit which was maturing within me. It was a grim lonely one, which I vainly tried to hide in a bosom which was not big or strong enough for its comfortable habitation. It was as a climbing plant without a pole—it groped about the ... | being my father did not blind me to the fact that he was a despicable, selfish, weak creature, and as such I despised him with the relentlessness of fifteen, which makes no allowance for human frailty and weakness. Disgust, not honour, was the feeling which possessed me when I studied the matter. Towards mother I felt ... | forbade her appealing to her neighbours, so on me devolved the duty of tracking my father from one pub to another and bringing him home. Had I done justice to my mother’s training I would have honoured my paternal parent in spite of all this, but I am an individual ever doing things I oughtn’t at the time I shouldn’t. ... | inured to the motion, and it does not affect them. With us it was different. Being almost full grown when we started to milk, and then plunging heavily into the exercise, it had a painful effect upon us. Our hands and arms, as far as the elbows, swelled, so that our sleep at night was often disturbed by pain. Mother ma... | neighbours, so on me devolved the duty of tracking my father from one pub to another and bringing him home. Had I done justice to my mother’s training I would have honoured my paternal parent in spite of all this, but I am an individual ever doing things I oughtn’t at the time I shouldn’t. Coming home, often after midn... | My Brilliant Career |
“stood up” | No speaker | better known as old Harris,<|quote|>“stood up”</|quote|>to the inspector. The latter | the day that the teacher, better known as old Harris,<|quote|>“stood up”</|quote|>to the inspector. The latter was a precise, collar-and-cuffs sort | doing work against which every fibre of their being revolts, as it has forced me, and then see if their lives will be happy. My school life had been dull and uneventful. The one incident of any note had been the day that the teacher, better known as old Harris,<|quote|>“stood up”</|quote|>to the inspector. The latter w... | exist in an alien sphere of society, what it is like to be unable to afford a stamp to write to a friend; let them long as passionately as I have longed for reading and music, and be unable to procure it because of poverty; let poverty force them into doing work against which every fibre of their being revolts, as it h... | to get both ends within cover of meeting. We felt the full force of the heavy hand of poverty—the most stinging kind of poverty too, that which still holds up its head and keeps an outside appearance. Far more grinding is this than the poverty inherited from generations which is not ashamed of itself, and has not as an... | one, and the cows followed in their footsteps. I had left school then, and my mother and father and I spent the days in lifting our cows. When our strength proved inadequate, the help of neighbours had to be called in, and father would give his services in return. Only a few of our more well-to-do neighbours had been a... | has already received, is gradually wiped out. Thus it was with my parents. They had dropped from swelldom to peasantism. They were among and of the peasantry. None of their former acquaintances came within their circle now, for the iron ungodly hand of class distinction has settled surely down upon Australian society—A... | come and sail on its silver waters, and Inexperience, conceited, blind Inexperience, failing to show the impassable pit between it and me. To return to the dairying. Old and young alike we earned our scant livelihood by the heavy sweat of our brows. Still, we _did_ gain an honest living. We were not ashamed to look day... | My Brilliant Career |
to the inspector. The latter was a precise, collar-and-cuffs sort of little man. He gave one the impression of having all his ideas on the subjects he thought worthy of attention carefully culled and packed in his brain-pan, and neatly labelled, so that he might without fluster pounce upon any of them at a moment’s war... | No speaker | as old Harris, “stood up”<|quote|>to the inspector. The latter was a precise, collar-and-cuffs sort of little man. He gave one the impression of having all his ideas on the subjects he thought worthy of attention carefully culled and packed in his brain-pan, and neatly labelled, so that he might without fluster pounce ... | that the teacher, better known as old Harris, “stood up”<|quote|>to the inspector. The latter was a precise, collar-and-cuffs sort of little man. He gave one the impression of having all his ideas on the subjects he thought worthy of attention carefully culled and packed in his brain-pan, and neatly labelled, so that h... | against which every fibre of their being revolts, as it has forced me, and then see if their lives will be happy. My school life had been dull and uneventful. The one incident of any note had been the day that the teacher, better known as old Harris, “stood up”<|quote|>to the inspector. The latter was a precise, collar... | an alien sphere of society, what it is like to be unable to afford a stamp to write to a friend; let them long as passionately as I have longed for reading and music, and be unable to procure it because of poverty; let poverty force them into doing work against which every fibre of their being revolts, as it has forced... | both ends within cover of meeting. We felt the full force of the heavy hand of poverty—the most stinging kind of poverty too, that which still holds up its head and keeps an outside appearance. Far more grinding is this than the poverty inherited from generations which is not ashamed of itself, and has not as an accomp... | the cows followed in their footsteps. I had left school then, and my mother and father and I spent the days in lifting our cows. When our strength proved inadequate, the help of neighbours had to be called in, and father would give his services in return. Only a few of our more well-to-do neighbours had been able to se... | received, is gradually wiped out. Thus it was with my parents. They had dropped from swelldom to peasantism. They were among and of the peasantry. None of their former acquaintances came within their circle now, for the iron ungodly hand of class distinction has settled surely down upon Australian society—Australia’s d... | an honest living. We were not ashamed to look day in the face, and fought our way against all odds with the stubborn independence of our British ancestors. But when 1894 went out without rain, and ’95, hot, dry, pitiless ’95, succeeded it, there came a time when it was impossible to make a living. The scorching furnace... | My Brilliant Career |
Poor old Harris! In spite of his drunken habits and inability to properly discharge his duties, he had a warm heart and much fellowshiply humanity in him. He understood and loved his pupils, and would not have aspersions cast upon them. Besides, the nip he had taken to brace himself to meet the inspector had been two o... | No speaker | do you account for this?”<|quote|>Poor old Harris! In spite of his drunken habits and inability to properly discharge his duties, he had a warm heart and much fellowshiply humanity in him. He understood and loved his pupils, and would not have aspersions cast upon them. Besides, the nip he had taken to brace himself to... | stupidity of country people. How do you account for this?”<|quote|>Poor old Harris! In spite of his drunken habits and inability to properly discharge his duties, he had a warm heart and much fellowshiply humanity in him. He understood and loved his pupils, and would not have aspersions cast upon them. Besides, the nip... | to that of town scholars. It is very shaky and irregular. Also, I notice that the children seem stupid and dull. I don’t like putting it so plainly, but, in fact, ah, they seem to be possessed with the proverbial stupidity of country people. How do you account for this?”<|quote|>Poor old Harris! In spite of his drunken... | one it was—he had finished examining us in most subjects, and was looking at our copy-books. He looked up from them, ahemed! and fastidiously straightened his waistcoat. “Mr Harris! “Yes, sir.” “Comparisons are odious, but, unfortunately, I am forced to draw one now.” “Yes, sir.” “This writing is much inferior to that ... | man. He gave one the impression of having all his ideas on the subjects he thought worthy of attention carefully culled and packed in his brain-pan, and neatly labelled, so that he might without fluster pounce upon any of them at a moment’s warning. He was gentlemanly and respectable, and discharged his duties punctili... | the heavy hand of poverty—the most stinging kind of poverty too, that which still holds up its head and keeps an outside appearance. Far more grinding is this than the poverty inherited from generations which is not ashamed of itself, and has not as an accompaniment the wounded pride and humiliation which attacked us. ... | a dream-life with writers, artists, and musicians. Hope, sweet, cruel, delusive Hope, whispered in my ear that life was long with much by and by, and in that by and by my dream-life would be real. So on I went with that gleaming lake in the distance beckoning me to come and sail on its silver waters, and Inexperience, ... | Harris, “stood up” to the inspector. The latter was a precise, collar-and-cuffs sort of little man. He gave one the impression of having all his ideas on the subjects he thought worthy of attention carefully culled and packed in his brain-pan, and neatly labelled, so that he might without fluster pounce upon any of the... | My Brilliant Career |
indicating a little girl of five, | No speaker | down to this little tot,”<|quote|>indicating a little girl of five,</|quote|>“has to milk and work | those children. Every one, right down to this little tot,”<|quote|>indicating a little girl of five,</|quote|>“has to milk and work hard before and after school, | to brace himself to meet the inspector had been two or three, and they robbed him of the discretion which otherwise might have kept him silent. “Si-r-r-r, I can and will account for it. Look you at every one of those children. Every one, right down to this little tot,”<|quote|>indicating a little girl of five,</|quote|... | account for this?” Poor old Harris! In spite of his drunken habits and inability to properly discharge his duties, he had a warm heart and much fellowshiply humanity in him. He understood and loved his pupils, and would not have aspersions cast upon them. Besides, the nip he had taken to brace himself to meet the inspe... | question—a precious hot one it was—he had finished examining us in most subjects, and was looking at our copy-books. He looked up from them, ahemed! and fastidiously straightened his waistcoat. “Mr Harris! “Yes, sir.” “Comparisons are odious, but, unfortunately, I am forced to draw one now.” “Yes, sir.” “This writing i... | to be unable to afford a stamp to write to a friend; let them long as passionately as I have longed for reading and music, and be unable to procure it because of poverty; let poverty force them into doing work against which every fibre of their being revolts, as it has forced me, and then see if their lives will be hap... | an honest living. We were not ashamed to look day in the face, and fought our way against all odds with the stubborn independence of our British ancestors. But when 1894 went out without rain, and ’95, hot, dry, pitiless ’95, succeeded it, there came a time when it was impossible to make a living. The scorching furnace... | We felt the full force of the heavy hand of poverty—the most stinging kind of poverty too, that which still holds up its head and keeps an outside appearance. Far more grinding is this than the poverty inherited from generations which is not ashamed of itself, and has not as an accompaniment the wounded pride and humil... | My Brilliant Career |
Here he took off his coat and shaped up to his superior. The inspector drew back in consternation. | No speaker | science notes, and look smart.”<|quote|>Here he took off his coat and shaped up to his superior. The inspector drew back in consternation.</|quote|>“Mr Harris, you forget yourself!” | to scrape your finger-nails, read science notes, and look smart.”<|quote|>Here he took off his coat and shaped up to his superior. The inspector drew back in consternation.</|quote|>“Mr Harris, you forget yourself!” At this juncture they went | you won’t look a trifle dozy. Stupidity of country people be hanged! If you had to work from morning till night in the heat and dust, and get precious little for it too, I bet you wouldn’t have much time to scrape your finger-nails, read science notes, and look smart.”<|quote|>Here he took off his coat and shaped up to... | this infernal heat. Most of the elder boys and girls milk on an average fourteen cows morning and evening. You try that treatment for a week or two, my fine gentleman, and then see if your fist doesn’t ache and shake so that you can’t write at all. See if you won’t look a trifle dozy. Stupidity of country people be han... | in him. He understood and loved his pupils, and would not have aspersions cast upon them. Besides, the nip he had taken to brace himself to meet the inspector had been two or three, and they robbed him of the discretion which otherwise might have kept him silent. “Si-r-r-r, I can and will account for it. Look you at ev... | brain-pan, and neatly labelled, so that he might without fluster pounce upon any of them at a moment’s warning. He was gentlemanly and respectable, and discharged his duties punctiliously in a manner reflecting credit on himself and his position, but, comparing the mind of a philanthropist to the Murrumbidgee in breadt... | called in, and father would give his services in return. Only a few of our more well-to-do neighbours had been able to send their stock away, or had any better place to which to transfer them. The majority of them were in as tight a plight as ourselves. This cow-lifting became quite a trade, the whole day being spent i... | alien sphere of society, what it is like to be unable to afford a stamp to write to a friend; let them long as passionately as I have longed for reading and music, and be unable to procure it because of poverty; let poverty force them into doing work against which every fibre of their being revolts, as it has forced me... | My Brilliant Career |
At this juncture they went outside together. What happened there we never knew. That is all we heard of the matter except the numerous garbled accounts which were carried home that afternoon. A DROUGHT IDYLL | No speaker | “Mr Harris, you forget yourself!”<|quote|>At this juncture they went outside together. What happened there we never knew. That is all we heard of the matter except the numerous garbled accounts which were carried home that afternoon. A DROUGHT IDYLL</|quote|>“Sybylla, what are you doing? | inspector drew back in consternation. “Mr Harris, you forget yourself!”<|quote|>At this juncture they went outside together. What happened there we never knew. That is all we heard of the matter except the numerous garbled accounts which were carried home that afternoon. A DROUGHT IDYLL</|quote|>“Sybylla, what are you... | heat and dust, and get precious little for it too, I bet you wouldn’t have much time to scrape your finger-nails, read science notes, and look smart.” Here he took off his coat and shaped up to his superior. The inspector drew back in consternation. “Mr Harris, you forget yourself!”<|quote|>At this juncture they went ... | for a week or two, my fine gentleman, and then see if your fist doesn’t ache and shake so that you can’t write at all. See if you won’t look a trifle dozy. Stupidity of country people be hanged! If you had to work from morning till night in the heat and dust, and get precious little for it too, I bet you wouldn’t have ... | brace himself to meet the inspector had been two or three, and they robbed him of the discretion which otherwise might have kept him silent. “Si-r-r-r, I can and will account for it. Look you at every one of those children. Every one, right down to this little tot,” indicating a little girl of five, “has to milk and wo... | respectable, and discharged his duties punctiliously in a manner reflecting credit on himself and his position, but, comparing the mind of a philanthropist to the Murrumbidgee in breadth, his, in comparison, might be likened to the flow of a bucket of water in a dray-rut. On the day in question—a precious hot one it wa... | their stock away, or had any better place to which to transfer them. The majority of them were in as tight a plight as ourselves. This cow-lifting became quite a trade, the whole day being spent in it and in discussing the bad prospect ahead if the drought continued. Many an extra line of care furrowed the brows of the... | and then see if their lives will be happy. My school life had been dull and uneventful. The one incident of any note had been the day that the teacher, better known as old Harris, “stood up” to the inspector. The latter was a precise, collar-and-cuffs sort of little man. He gave one the impression of having all his ide... | My Brilliant Career |
“I’m ironing. Mother’s down at the fowl-house seeing after some chickens. What do you want?” | Sybylla Melvyn | doing? Where is your mother?”<|quote|>“I’m ironing. Mother’s down at the fowl-house seeing after some chickens. What do you want?”</|quote|>It was my father who | IDYLL “Sybylla, what are you doing? Where is your mother?”<|quote|>“I’m ironing. Mother’s down at the fowl-house seeing after some chickens. What do you want?”</|quote|>It was my father who addressed me. Time, 2 o’clock | consternation. “Mr Harris, you forget yourself!” At this juncture they went outside together. What happened there we never knew. That is all we heard of the matter except the numerous garbled accounts which were carried home that afternoon. A DROUGHT IDYLL “Sybylla, what are you doing? Where is your mother?”<|quote|>“... | from morning till night in the heat and dust, and get precious little for it too, I bet you wouldn’t have much time to scrape your finger-nails, read science notes, and look smart.” Here he took off his coat and shaped up to his superior. The inspector drew back in consternation. “Mr Harris, you forget yourself!” At t... | down to this little tot,” indicating a little girl of five, “has to milk and work hard before and after school, besides walk on an average two miles to and from school in this infernal heat. Most of the elder boys and girls milk on an average fourteen cows morning and evening. You try that treatment for a week or two, ... | dray-rut. On the day in question—a precious hot one it was—he had finished examining us in most subjects, and was looking at our copy-books. He looked up from them, ahemed! and fastidiously straightened his waistcoat. “Mr Harris! “Yes, sir.” “Comparisons are odious, but, unfortunately, I am forced to draw one now.” “Ye... | ahead if the drought continued. Many an extra line of care furrowed the brows of the disheartened bushmen then. Not only was their living taken from them by the drought, but there is nothing more heartrending than to have poor beasts, especially dairy cows, so familiar, valued, and loved, pleading for food day after da... | they seem to be possessed with the proverbial stupidity of country people. How do you account for this?” Poor old Harris! In spite of his drunken habits and inability to properly discharge his duties, he had a warm heart and much fellowshiply humanity in him. He understood and loved his pupils, and would not have asper... | My Brilliant Career |
It was my father who addressed me. Time, 2 o’clock p.m. Thermometer hung in the shade of the veranda registering 105 1/2 degrees. | No speaker | chickens. What do you want?”<|quote|>It was my father who addressed me. Time, 2 o’clock p.m. Thermometer hung in the shade of the veranda registering 105 1/2 degrees.</|quote|>“I see Blackshaw coming across | the fowl-house seeing after some chickens. What do you want?”<|quote|>It was my father who addressed me. Time, 2 o’clock p.m. Thermometer hung in the shade of the veranda registering 105 1/2 degrees.</|quote|>“I see Blackshaw coming across the flat. Call your mother. | there we never knew. That is all we heard of the matter except the numerous garbled accounts which were carried home that afternoon. A DROUGHT IDYLL “Sybylla, what are you doing? Where is your mother?” “I’m ironing. Mother’s down at the fowl-house seeing after some chickens. What do you want?”<|quote|>It was my father ... | too, I bet you wouldn’t have much time to scrape your finger-nails, read science notes, and look smart.” Here he took off his coat and shaped up to his superior. The inspector drew back in consternation. “Mr Harris, you forget yourself!” At this juncture they went outside together. What happened there we never knew. T... | work hard before and after school, besides walk on an average two miles to and from school in this infernal heat. Most of the elder boys and girls milk on an average fourteen cows morning and evening. You try that treatment for a week or two, my fine gentleman, and then see if your fist doesn’t ache and shake so that y... | in most subjects, and was looking at our copy-books. He looked up from them, ahemed! and fastidiously straightened his waistcoat. “Mr Harris! “Yes, sir.” “Comparisons are odious, but, unfortunately, I am forced to draw one now.” “Yes, sir.” “This writing is much inferior to that of town scholars. It is very shaky and i... | the disheartened bushmen then. Not only was their living taken from them by the drought, but there is nothing more heartrending than to have poor beasts, especially dairy cows, so familiar, valued, and loved, pleading for food day after day in their piteous dumb way when one has it not to give. We shore ourselves of al... | he had a warm heart and much fellowshiply humanity in him. He understood and loved his pupils, and would not have aspersions cast upon them. Besides, the nip he had taken to brace himself to meet the inspector had been two or three, and they robbed him of the discretion which otherwise might have kept him silent. “Si-r... | My Brilliant Career |
I called mother, got the leg-ropes, and set off, pulling my sun-bonnet closely over my face to protect my eyes from the dust which was driving from the west in blinding clouds. The dog-leg to which father had referred was three poles about eight or ten feet long, strapped together so they could be stood up. It was an a... | No speaker | drought can’t last for ever.”<|quote|>I called mother, got the leg-ropes, and set off, pulling my sun-bonnet closely over my face to protect my eyes from the dust which was driving from the west in blinding clouds. The dog-leg to which father had referred was three poles about eight or ten feet long, strapped together ... | be rain next moon. This drought can’t last for ever.”<|quote|>I called mother, got the leg-ropes, and set off, pulling my sun-bonnet closely over my face to protect my eyes from the dust which was driving from the west in blinding clouds. The dog-leg to which father had referred was three poles about eight or ten feet ... | “I see Blackshaw coming across the flat. Call your mother. You bring the leg-ropes—I’ve got the dog-leg. Come at once; we’ll give the cows another lift. Poor devils—might as well knock ’em on the head at once, but there might be rain next moon. This drought can’t last for ever.”<|quote|>I called mother, got the leg-rop... | A DROUGHT IDYLL “Sybylla, what are you doing? Where is your mother?” “I’m ironing. Mother’s down at the fowl-house seeing after some chickens. What do you want?” It was my father who addressed me. Time, 2 o’clock p.m. Thermometer hung in the shade of the veranda registering 105 1/2 degrees. “I see Blackshaw coming acro... | dozy. Stupidity of country people be hanged! If you had to work from morning till night in the heat and dust, and get precious little for it too, I bet you wouldn’t have much time to scrape your finger-nails, read science notes, and look smart.” Here he took off his coat and shaped up to his superior. The inspector dr... | fact, ah, they seem to be possessed with the proverbial stupidity of country people. How do you account for this?” Poor old Harris! In spite of his drunken habits and inability to properly discharge his duties, he had a warm heart and much fellowshiply humanity in him. He understood and loved his pupils, and would not ... | and it was a mighty tussle to get both ends within cover of meeting. We felt the full force of the heavy hand of poverty—the most stinging kind of poverty too, that which still holds up its head and keeps an outside appearance. Far more grinding is this than the poverty inherited from generations which is not ashamed o... | I can and will account for it. Look you at every one of those children. Every one, right down to this little tot,” indicating a little girl of five, “has to milk and work hard before and after school, besides walk on an average two miles to and from school in this infernal heat. Most of the elder boys and girls milk on... | My Brilliant Career |
said my father. At it we went again; it is surprising what weight there is in the poorest cow. With great struggling we got her to her feet once more, and were careful this time to hold her till she got steady on her legs. Father and mother at the tail and Blackshaw and I at the horns, we marched her home and gave her ... | No speaker | we’ll lift her once more,”<|quote|>said my father. At it we went again; it is surprising what weight there is in the poorest cow. With great struggling we got her to her feet once more, and were careful this time to hold her till she got steady on her legs. Father and mother at the tail and Blackshaw and I at the horns... | they tortured so? “Come now, we’ll lift her once more,”<|quote|>said my father. At it we went again; it is surprising what weight there is in the poorest cow. With great struggling we got her to her feet once more, and were careful this time to hold her till she got steady on her legs. Father and mother at the tail and... | one-sided reasoning common to fifteen, asked God what He meant by this. It is well enough to heap suffering on human beings, seeing it is supposed to be merely a probation for a better world, but animals—poor, innocent animals—why are they tortured so? “Come now, we’ll lift her once more,”<|quote|>said my father. At it... | moaned. The lifting had strained her, and there were patches of hide worn off her the size of breakfast-plates, sore and most harrowing to look upon. It takes great suffering to wring a moan from the patience of a cow. I turned my head away, and with the impatience and one-sided reasoning common to fifteen, asked God w... | this was their career. It was, and in all probability would be, mine too. My life—my career—my brilliant career! Weariness! Weariness! The summer sun danced on. Summer is fiendish, and life is a curse, I said in my heart. What a great dull hard rock the world was! On it were a few barren narrow ledges, and on these, by... | glare of the afternoon sun. Weariness was written across my mother’s delicate careworn features, and found expression in my father’s knitted brows and dusty face. Blackshaw was weary, and said so, as he wiped the dust, made mud with perspiration, off his cheeks. I was weary—my limbs ached with the heat and work. The po... | degrees. “I see Blackshaw coming across the flat. Call your mother. You bring the leg-ropes—I’ve got the dog-leg. Come at once; we’ll give the cows another lift. Poor devils—might as well knock ’em on the head at once, but there might be rain next moon. This drought can’t last for ever.” I called mother, got the leg-ro... | about that she immediately fell down again. We resolved to let her have a few minutes’ spell before making another attempt at lifting. There was not a blade of grass to be seen, and the ground was too dusty to sit on. We were too overdone to make more than one-worded utterances, so waited silently in the blazing sun, c... | My Brilliant Career |
“Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.” | Lucy Melvyn | my room and said seriously,<|quote|>“Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.”</|quote|>“Talk away,” I responded rather | night my mother came into my room and said seriously,<|quote|>“Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.”</|quote|>“Talk away,” I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a | was our own again, but what were we to do for a living? Our crops were withering in the fields for want of rain, and we had but five cows—not an over-bright outlook. As I was getting to bed one night my mother came into my room and said seriously,<|quote|>“Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.”</|quote|>“Talk away,”... | sympathy from the clergy deploring the conduct of the bishop. These letters were from men unknown to father, who were unaware that Richard Melvyn was being sold off for a debt already paid. By the generosity of relatives and the goodness of neighbours as kind as ever breathed, our furniture was our own again, but what ... | a lifetime just to experience the blessing and heartrestfulness of a little genuine reality in the way of love and friendship. Not that it is impossible for opulence to have genuine friends, but rich people, I fear, must ever have at their heart cankering suspicion to hint that the friendship and love lavished upon the... | separator, plough, cart, dray, buggy, even our cooking utensils, books, pictures, furniture, father’s watch—our very beds, pillows, and blankets. Not a thing besides what we stood up in was left us, and this was money for the payment of which my father held receipts. But for the generosity of our relatives we would hav... | on such a day. We were forced to keep the doors and windows closed on account of the wind and dust. We were hot and tired, and our feet ached so that we could scarcely stand on them. Weariness! Weariness! Summer is fiendish and life is a curse, I said in my heart. Day after day the drought continued. Now and again ther... | possessed. Our five cows, two horses, our milk separator, plough, cart, dray, buggy, even our cooking utensils, books, pictures, furniture, father’s watch—our very beds, pillows, and blankets. Not a thing besides what we stood up in was left us, and this was money for the payment of which my father held receipts. But f... | My Brilliant Career |
“Talk away,” | Sybylla Melvyn | have a talk with you.”<|quote|>“Talk away,”</|quote|>I responded rather sullenly, for | seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.”<|quote|>“Talk away,”</|quote|>I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song | do for a living? Our crops were withering in the fields for want of rain, and we had but five cows—not an over-bright outlook. As I was getting to bed one night my mother came into my room and said seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.”<|quote|>“Talk away,”</|quote|>I responded rather sullenly, for I exp... | bishop. These letters were from men unknown to father, who were unaware that Richard Melvyn was being sold off for a debt already paid. By the generosity of relatives and the goodness of neighbours as kind as ever breathed, our furniture was our own again, but what were we to do for a living? Our crops were withering i... | of a little genuine reality in the way of love and friendship. Not that it is impossible for opulence to have genuine friends, but rich people, I fear, must ever have at their heart cankering suspicion to hint that the friendship and love lavished upon them is merely self-interestedness and sham, the implements of trad... | books, pictures, furniture, father’s watch—our very beds, pillows, and blankets. Not a thing besides what we stood up in was left us, and this was money for the payment of which my father held receipts. But for the generosity of our relatives we would have been in a pretty plight. They sent us sufficient means to buy i... | the doors and windows closed on account of the wind and dust. We were hot and tired, and our feet ached so that we could scarcely stand on them. Weariness! Weariness! Summer is fiendish and life is a curse, I said in my heart. Day after day the drought continued. Now and again there would be a few days of the raging wi... | on the money borrowed from the bishop, and keep bread in our mouths. Unfortunately for us, at this time the bishop’s agent proved a scoundrel and absconded. My father held receipts to show that to this agent he had regularly paid the interest of the money borrowed; but through some finicking point of law, because we ha... | My Brilliant Career |
I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired. | No speaker | talk with you.” “Talk away,”<|quote|>I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired.</|quote|>“Sybylla, I’ve been studying the | I want to have a talk with you.” “Talk away,”<|quote|>I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired.</|quote|>“Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. | a living? Our crops were withering in the fields for want of rain, and we had but five cows—not an over-bright outlook. As I was getting to bed one night my mother came into my room and said seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.” “Talk away,”<|quote|>I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sin... | letters were from men unknown to father, who were unaware that Richard Melvyn was being sold off for a debt already paid. By the generosity of relatives and the goodness of neighbours as kind as ever breathed, our furniture was our own again, but what were we to do for a living? Our crops were withering in the fields f... | little genuine reality in the way of love and friendship. Not that it is impossible for opulence to have genuine friends, but rich people, I fear, must ever have at their heart cankering suspicion to hint that the friendship and love lavished upon them is merely self-interestedness and sham, the implements of trade use... | furniture, father’s watch—our very beds, pillows, and blankets. Not a thing besides what we stood up in was left us, and this was money for the payment of which my father held receipts. But for the generosity of our relatives we would have been in a pretty plight. They sent us sufficient means to buy in everything, and... | and windows closed on account of the wind and dust. We were hot and tired, and our feet ached so that we could scarcely stand on them. Weariness! Weariness! Summer is fiendish and life is a curse, I said in my heart. Day after day the drought continued. Now and again there would be a few days of the raging wind before ... | had hardly any grass—it was merely the warmth and water which kept them alive. Needless to say, we were on our beam-ends financially. However, with a little help from more fortunate relatives, and with the money obtained from the sale of the cowhides and mother’s poultry, we managed to pay the interest on the money bor... | My Brilliant Career |
“Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot afford to keep you at home. You’ll have to get something to do.” | Lucy Melvyn | which I was heartily tired.<|quote|>“Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot afford to keep you at home. You’ll have to get something to do.”</|quote|>I made no reply, and | good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired.<|quote|>“Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot afford to keep you at home. You’ll have to get something to do.”</|quote|>I made no reply, and my mother continued, “I am | As I was getting to bed one night my mother came into my room and said seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.” “Talk away,” I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired.<|quote|>“Sybylla, I’ve been studying th... | By the generosity of relatives and the goodness of neighbours as kind as ever breathed, our furniture was our own again, but what were we to do for a living? Our crops were withering in the fields for want of rain, and we had but five cows—not an over-bright outlook. As I was getting to bed one night my mother came int... | rich people, I fear, must ever have at their heart cankering suspicion to hint that the friendship and love lavished upon them is merely self-interestedness and sham, the implements of trade used by the fawning toadies who swarm around wealth. In conjunction with the bishop’s name, the approaching sale of our goods had... | was money for the payment of which my father held receipts. But for the generosity of our relatives we would have been in a pretty plight. They sent us sufficient means to buy in everything, and our neighbours came to our rescue with enthusiasm and warm-hearted genuine sympathy. The bailiff—a gentleman to the core—seei... | could scarcely stand on them. Weariness! Weariness! Summer is fiendish and life is a curse, I said in my heart. Day after day the drought continued. Now and again there would be a few days of the raging wind before mentioned, which carried the dry grass off the paddocks and piled it against the fences, darkened the air... | money borrowed; but through some finicking point of law, because we had not money to contend with him, his lordship the bishop now refused to acknowledge his agent and one-time pillar of the cathedral, and, having law on his side, served a writ on us. In the face of our misfortunes this was too much: we begged for time... | My Brilliant Career |
I made no reply, and my mother continued, | No speaker | to get something to do.”<|quote|>I made no reply, and my mother continued,</|quote|>“I am afraid we will | you at home. You’ll have to get something to do.”<|quote|>I made no reply, and my mother continued,</|quote|>“I am afraid we will have to break up the | I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired. “Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot afford to keep you at home. You’ll have to get something to do.”<|quote|>I made no reply, and m... | a living? Our crops were withering in the fields for want of rain, and we had but five cows—not an over-bright outlook. As I was getting to bed one night my mother came into my room and said seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.” “Talk away,” I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song a... | implements of trade used by the fawning toadies who swarm around wealth. In conjunction with the bishop’s name, the approaching sale of our goods had been duly advertised in the local papers, and my father received several letters of sympathy from the clergy deploring the conduct of the bishop. These letters were from ... | us sufficient means to buy in everything, and our neighbours came to our rescue with enthusiasm and warm-hearted genuine sympathy. The bailiff—a gentleman to the core—seeing how matters stood, helped us to the utmost of his power. Our goods were disposed of on the premises, and the neighbours arranged a mock sale, at w... | again there would be a few days of the raging wind before mentioned, which carried the dry grass off the paddocks and piled it against the fences, darkened the air with dust, and seemed to promise rain, but ever it dispersed whence it came, taking with it the few clouds it had gathered up; and for weeks and weeks at a ... | bailiff winked. Our friends had sent the money, and the neighbours did the bidding—none bidding against each other—and thus our belongings went for a mere trifle. Every cloud has its silver lining, and the black cloud of poverty has a very bright silver lining. In poverty you can get at the real heart of people as you ... | My Brilliant Career |
“I am afraid we will have to break up the home altogether. It’s no use; your father has no idea of making a living. I regret the day I ever saw him. Since he has taken to drink he has no more idea of how to make a living than a cat. I will have to give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have... | Lucy Melvyn | reply, and my mother continued,<|quote|>“I am afraid we will have to break up the home altogether. It’s no use; your father has no idea of making a living. I regret the day I ever saw him. Since he has taken to drink he has no more idea of how to make a living than a cat. I will have to give the little ones to some of ... | to do.” I made no reply, and my mother continued,<|quote|>“I am afraid we will have to break up the home altogether. It’s no use; your father has no idea of making a living. I regret the day I ever saw him. Since he has taken to drink he has no more idea of how to make a living than a cat. I will have to give the littl... | long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired. “Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot afford to keep you at home. You’ll have to get something to do.” I made no reply, and my mother continued,<|quote|>“I am afraid we will have ... | fields for want of rain, and we had but five cows—not an over-bright outlook. As I was getting to bed one night my mother came into my room and said seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.” “Talk away,” I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a ... | who swarm around wealth. In conjunction with the bishop’s name, the approaching sale of our goods had been duly advertised in the local papers, and my father received several letters of sympathy from the clergy deploring the conduct of the bishop. These letters were from men unknown to father, who were unaware that Ric... | our neighbours came to our rescue with enthusiasm and warm-hearted genuine sympathy. The bailiff—a gentleman to the core—seeing how matters stood, helped us to the utmost of his power. Our goods were disposed of on the premises, and the neighbours arranged a mock sale, at which the bailiff winked. Our friends had sent ... | the raging wind before mentioned, which carried the dry grass off the paddocks and piled it against the fences, darkened the air with dust, and seemed to promise rain, but ever it dispersed whence it came, taking with it the few clouds it had gathered up; and for weeks and weeks at a stretch, from horizon to horizon, w... | regularly paid the interest of the money borrowed; but through some finicking point of law, because we had not money to contend with him, his lordship the bishop now refused to acknowledge his agent and one-time pillar of the cathedral, and, having law on his side, served a writ on us. In the face of our misfortunes th... | My Brilliant Career |
I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, | No speaker | to your grandmother, I think.”<|quote|>I still made no reply, so my mother inquired,</|quote|>“Well, Sybylla, what do you | than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.”<|quote|>I still made no reply, so my mother inquired,</|quote|>“Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?” “Do | will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.”<|quote|>I still made no reply, so my mother inquired,</|quote|>“Well, Sybylla, wh... | no idea of making a living. I regret the day I ever saw him. Since he has taken to drink he has no more idea of how to make a living than a cat. I will have to give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. ... | to bed one night my mother came into my room and said seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.” “Talk away,” I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired. “Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot latel... | not from sponging self-interestedness. It is worth being poor once or twice in a lifetime just to experience the blessing and heartrestfulness of a little genuine reality in the way of love and friendship. Not that it is impossible for opulence to have genuine friends, but rich people, I fear, must ever have at their h... | our cows eventually died; and even these and a couple of horses had as much as they could do to live on the whole of the thousand acres which, without reserve, were at their disposal. They had hardly any grass—it was merely the warmth and water which kept them alive. Needless to say, we were on our beam-ends financiall... | winked. Our friends had sent the money, and the neighbours did the bidding—none bidding against each other—and thus our belongings went for a mere trifle. Every cloud has its silver lining, and the black cloud of poverty has a very bright silver lining. In poverty you can get at the real heart of people as you can neve... | My Brilliant Career |
“Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?” | Lucy Melvyn | reply, so my mother inquired,<|quote|>“Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?”</|quote|>“Do you think it absolutely | think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired,<|quote|>“Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?”</|quote|>“Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the | will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired,<|quote|>“Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?”</|quote|>“Do you... | day I ever saw him. Since he has taken to drink he has no more idea of how to make a living than a cat. I will have to give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out... | room and said seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.” “Talk away,” I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired. “Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot afford to keep... | once or twice in a lifetime just to experience the blessing and heartrestfulness of a little genuine reality in the way of love and friendship. Not that it is impossible for opulence to have genuine friends, but rich people, I fear, must ever have at their heart cankering suspicion to hint that the friendship and love ... | couple of horses had as much as they could do to live on the whole of the thousand acres which, without reserve, were at their disposal. They had hardly any grass—it was merely the warmth and water which kept them alive. Needless to say, we were on our beam-ends financially. However, with a little help from more fortun... | we stood up in was left us, and this was money for the payment of which my father held receipts. But for the generosity of our relatives we would have been in a pretty plight. They sent us sufficient means to buy in everything, and our neighbours came to our rescue with enthusiasm and warm-hearted genuine sympathy. The... | My Brilliant Career |
“Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?” | Sybylla Melvyn | you think of the matter?”<|quote|>“Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?”</|quote|>I said. “Well, you suggest | inquired, “Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?”<|quote|>“Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?”</|quote|>I said. “Well, you suggest something better if you are | see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, “Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?”<|quote|>“Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the hom... | to drink he has no more idea of how to make a living than a cat. I will have to give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve month... | a talk with you.” “Talk away,” I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired. “Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot afford to keep you at home. You’ll have to get something to do.”... | the blessing and heartrestfulness of a little genuine reality in the way of love and friendship. Not that it is impossible for opulence to have genuine friends, but rich people, I fear, must ever have at their heart cankering suspicion to hint that the friendship and love lavished upon them is merely self-interestednes... | do to live on the whole of the thousand acres which, without reserve, were at their disposal. They had hardly any grass—it was merely the warmth and water which kept them alive. Needless to say, we were on our beam-ends financially. However, with a little help from more fortunate relatives, and with the money obtained ... | were from men unknown to father, who were unaware that Richard Melvyn was being sold off for a debt already paid. By the generosity of relatives and the goodness of neighbours as kind as ever breathed, our furniture was our own again, but what were we to do for a living? Our crops were withering in the fields for want ... | My Brilliant Career |
I said. | No speaker | to break up the home?”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“Well, you suggest something better | you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,” | go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, “Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?” “Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?”<|quote|>I said.</|quote|>“Well, you suggest something be... | a living than a cat. I will have to give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grand... | I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired. “Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot afford to keep you at home. You’ll have to get something to do.” I made no reply, and my mother continued, “I am afraid we will ... | way of love and friendship. Not that it is impossible for opulence to have genuine friends, but rich people, I fear, must ever have at their heart cankering suspicion to hint that the friendship and love lavished upon them is merely self-interestedness and sham, the implements of trade used by the fawning toadies who s... | without reserve, were at their disposal. They had hardly any grass—it was merely the warmth and water which kept them alive. Needless to say, we were on our beam-ends financially. However, with a little help from more fortunate relatives, and with the money obtained from the sale of the cowhides and mother’s poultry, w... | cloud has its silver lining, and the black cloud of poverty has a very bright silver lining. In poverty you can get at the real heart of people as you can never do if rich. People are your friends from pure friendship and love, not from sponging self-interestedness. It is worth being poor once or twice in a lifetime ju... | My Brilliant Career |
“Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,” | Lucy Melvyn | up the home?” I said.<|quote|>“Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,”</|quote|>said mother, crossly. “That is | it absolutely necessary to break up the home?” I said.<|quote|>“Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,”</|quote|>said mother, crossly. “That is always the way; if I | in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, “Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?” “Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?” I said.<|quote|>“Well, you suggest something better if you are ... | than a cat. I will have to give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I... | a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired. “Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot afford to keep you at home. You’ll have to get something to do.” I made no reply, and my mother continued, “I am afraid we will have to bre... | love and friendship. Not that it is impossible for opulence to have genuine friends, but rich people, I fear, must ever have at their heart cankering suspicion to hint that the friendship and love lavished upon them is merely self-interestedness and sham, the implements of trade used by the fawning toadies who swarm ar... | were at their disposal. They had hardly any grass—it was merely the warmth and water which kept them alive. Needless to say, we were on our beam-ends financially. However, with a little help from more fortunate relatives, and with the money obtained from the sale of the cowhides and mother’s poultry, we managed to pay ... | for a debt already paid. By the generosity of relatives and the goodness of neighbours as kind as ever breathed, our furniture was our own again, but what were we to do for a living? Our crops were withering in the fields for want of rain, and we had but five cows—not an over-bright outlook. As I was getting to bed one... | My Brilliant Career |
said mother, crossly. | No speaker | if you are so clever,”<|quote|>said mother, crossly.</|quote|>“That is always the way; | “Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,”<|quote|>said mother, crossly.</|quote|>“That is always the way; if I suggest a thing | I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, “Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?” “Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?” I said. “Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,”<|quote|>said mother, crossly.</|quote|>“That is a... | ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mothe... | which I was heartily tired. “Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot afford to keep you at home. You’ll have to get something to do.” I made no reply, and my mother continued, “I am afraid we will have to break up the home altogether. It’s no use; your father has no idea of maki... | to have genuine friends, but rich people, I fear, must ever have at their heart cankering suspicion to hint that the friendship and love lavished upon them is merely self-interestedness and sham, the implements of trade used by the fawning toadies who swarm around wealth. In conjunction with the bishop’s name, the appr... | merely the warmth and water which kept them alive. Needless to say, we were on our beam-ends financially. However, with a little help from more fortunate relatives, and with the money obtained from the sale of the cowhides and mother’s poultry, we managed to pay the interest on the money borrowed from the bishop, and k... | and heartrestfulness of a little genuine reality in the way of love and friendship. Not that it is impossible for opulence to have genuine friends, but rich people, I fear, must ever have at their heart cankering suspicion to hint that the friendship and love lavished upon them is merely self-interestedness and sham, t... | My Brilliant Career |
“That is always the way; if I suggest a thing it is immediately put down, yet there is never any one to think of things but me. What would you do? I suppose you think you could make a living on the place for us yourself.” | Lucy Melvyn | so clever,” said mother, crossly.<|quote|>“That is always the way; if I suggest a thing it is immediately put down, yet there is never any one to think of things but me. What would you do? I suppose you think you could make a living on the place for us yourself.”</|quote|>“Why can’t we live at | something better if you are so clever,” said mother, crossly.<|quote|>“That is always the way; if I suggest a thing it is immediately put down, yet there is never any one to think of things but me. What would you do? I suppose you think you could make a living on the place for us yourself.”</|quote|>“Why can’t we live ... | go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, “Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?” “Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?” I said. “Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,” said mother, crossly.<|quote|>“That is always the way; if I su... | of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, “... | heartily tired. “Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot afford to keep you at home. You’ll have to get something to do.” I made no reply, and my mother continued, “I am afraid we will have to break up the home altogether. It’s no use; your father has no idea of making a living.... | friends, but rich people, I fear, must ever have at their heart cankering suspicion to hint that the friendship and love lavished upon them is merely self-interestedness and sham, the implements of trade used by the fawning toadies who swarm around wealth. In conjunction with the bishop’s name, the approaching sale of ... | and water which kept them alive. Needless to say, we were on our beam-ends financially. However, with a little help from more fortunate relatives, and with the money obtained from the sale of the cowhides and mother’s poultry, we managed to pay the interest on the money borrowed from the bishop, and keep bread in our m... | as kind as ever breathed, our furniture was our own again, but what were we to do for a living? Our crops were withering in the fields for want of rain, and we had but five cows—not an over-bright outlook. As I was getting to bed one night my mother came into my room and said seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It would be terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.” | Sybylla Melvyn | the place for us yourself.”<|quote|>“Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It would be terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.”</|quote|>“Yes; it is all very | could make a living on the place for us yourself.”<|quote|>“Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It would be terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.”</|quote|>... | clever,” said mother, crossly. “That is always the way; if I suggest a thing it is immediately put down, yet there is never any one to think of things but me. What would you do? I suppose you think you could make a living on the place for us yourself.”<|quote|>“Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bi... | than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, “Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?” “Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?” I said. “Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,” said mother, crossly. “That is always the wa... | up the home altogether. It’s no use; your father has no idea of making a living. I regret the day I ever saw him. Since he has taken to drink he has no more idea of how to make a living than a cat. I will have to give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will ... | bishop’s name, the approaching sale of our goods had been duly advertised in the local papers, and my father received several letters of sympathy from the clergy deploring the conduct of the bishop. These letters were from men unknown to father, who were unaware that Richard Melvyn was being sold off for a debt already... | money borrowed from the bishop, and keep bread in our mouths. Unfortunately for us, at this time the bishop’s agent proved a scoundrel and absconded. My father held receipts to show that to this agent he had regularly paid the interest of the money borrowed; but through some finicking point of law, because we had not m... | lavished upon them is merely self-interestedness and sham, the implements of trade used by the fawning toadies who swarm around wealth. In conjunction with the bishop’s name, the approaching sale of our goods had been duly advertised in the local papers, and my father received several letters of sympathy from the clerg... | My Brilliant Career |
“Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, but how is your father to start again with only five cows in the world? It’s no use, you never talk sense. You’ll find my way is always the best in the end.” | Lucy Melvyn | to each other than strangers.”<|quote|>“Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, but how is your father to start again with only five cows in the world? It’s no use, you never talk sense. You’ll find my way is always the best in the end.”</|quote|>“Would it not be easier,” | they would be no more to each other than strangers.”<|quote|>“Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, but how is your father to start again with only five cows in the world? It’s no use, you never talk sense. You’ll find my way is always the best in the end.”</|quote|>“Would it not be easier,” I replied, “f... | us yourself.” “Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It would be terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.”<|quote|>“Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like... | are so clever,” said mother, crossly. “That is always the way; if I suggest a thing it is immediately put down, yet there is never any one to think of things but me. What would you do? I suppose you think you could make a living on the place for us yourself.” “Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no big... | give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no re... | being sold off for a debt already paid. By the generosity of relatives and the goodness of neighbours as kind as ever breathed, our furniture was our own again, but what were we to do for a living? Our crops were withering in the fields for want of rain, and we had but five cows—not an over-bright outlook. As I was get... | finicking point of law, because we had not money to contend with him, his lordship the bishop now refused to acknowledge his agent and one-time pillar of the cathedral, and, having law on his side, served a writ on us. In the face of our misfortunes this was too much: we begged for time, which plea he answered by putti... | of sympathy from the clergy deploring the conduct of the bishop. These letters were from men unknown to father, who were unaware that Richard Melvyn was being sold off for a debt already paid. By the generosity of relatives and the goodness of neighbours as kind as ever breathed, our furniture was our own again, but wh... | My Brilliant Career |
“Would it not be easier,” | Sybylla Melvyn | the best in the end.”<|quote|>“Would it not be easier,”</|quote|>I replied, “for our relations | find my way is always the best in the end.”<|quote|>“Would it not be easier,”</|quote|>I replied, “for our relations to each give a little | to each other than strangers.” “Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, but how is your father to start again with only five cows in the world? It’s no use, you never talk sense. You’ll find my way is always the best in the end.”<|quote|>“Would it not be easier,”</|quote|>I replied, “for our relations to ea... | living on the place for us yourself.” “Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It would be terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.” “Yes; it is all very well for ... | world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, “Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?” “Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?” I said. “Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,” sai... | for want of rain, and we had but five cows—not an over-bright outlook. As I was getting to bed one night my mother came into my room and said seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.” “Talk away,” I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject... | misfortunes this was too much: we begged for time, which plea he answered by putting in the bailiff and selling everything we possessed. Our five cows, two horses, our milk separator, plough, cart, dray, buggy, even our cooking utensils, books, pictures, furniture, father’s watch—our very beds, pillows, and blankets. N... | deploring the conduct of the bishop. These letters were from men unknown to father, who were unaware that Richard Melvyn was being sold off for a debt already paid. By the generosity of relatives and the goodness of neighbours as kind as ever breathed, our furniture was our own again, but what were we to do for a livin... | My Brilliant Career |
I replied, | No speaker | “Would it not be easier,”<|quote|>I replied,</|quote|>“for our relations to each | the best in the end.” “Would it not be easier,”<|quote|>I replied,</|quote|>“for our relations to each give a little towards setting | “Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, but how is your father to start again with only five cows in the world? It’s no use, you never talk sense. You’ll find my way is always the best in the end.” “Would it not be easier,”<|quote|>I replied,</|quote|>“for our relations to each give a little towards settin... | us yourself.” “Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It would be terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.” “Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, b... | months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, “Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?” “Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?” I said. “Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,” said mother, crossly. “That i... | we had but five cows—not an over-bright outlook. As I was getting to bed one night my mother came into my room and said seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.” “Talk away,” I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was hearti... | we begged for time, which plea he answered by putting in the bailiff and selling everything we possessed. Our five cows, two horses, our milk separator, plough, cart, dray, buggy, even our cooking utensils, books, pictures, furniture, father’s watch—our very beds, pillows, and blankets. Not a thing besides what we stoo... | give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no re... | My Brilliant Career |
“for our relations to each give a little towards setting us up again, than to be burdened with the whole responsibility of rearing a child? I’m sure they’d much prefer it.” | Sybylla Melvyn | not be easier,” I replied,<|quote|>“for our relations to each give a little towards setting us up again, than to be burdened with the whole responsibility of rearing a child? I’m sure they’d much prefer it.”</|quote|>“Yes, perhaps it would be | in the end.” “Would it not be easier,” I replied,<|quote|>“for our relations to each give a little towards setting us up again, than to be burdened with the whole responsibility of rearing a child? I’m sure they’d much prefer it.”</|quote|>“Yes, perhaps it would be better, but I think _you_ | is all very well for you to talk like that, but how is your father to start again with only five cows in the world? It’s no use, you never talk sense. You’ll find my way is always the best in the end.” “Would it not be easier,” I replied,<|quote|>“for our relations to each give a little towards setting us up again, tha... | “Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It would be terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.” “Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, but how is your... | than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, “Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?” “Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?” I said. “Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,” said mother, crossly. “That is always the wa... | but five cows—not an over-bright outlook. As I was getting to bed one night my mother came into my room and said seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.” “Talk away,” I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tire... | for time, which plea he answered by putting in the bailiff and selling everything we possessed. Our five cows, two horses, our milk separator, plough, cart, dray, buggy, even our cooking utensils, books, pictures, furniture, father’s watch—our very beds, pillows, and blankets. Not a thing besides what we stood up in wa... | as kind as ever breathed, our furniture was our own again, but what were we to do for a living? Our crops were withering in the fields for want of rain, and we had but five cows—not an over-bright outlook. As I was getting to bed one night my mother came into my room and said seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Yes, perhaps it would be better, but I think _you_ will have to get your own living. What would they say about having to support such a big girl as you are?” | Lucy Melvyn | sure they’d much prefer it.”<|quote|>“Yes, perhaps it would be better, but I think _you_ will have to get your own living. What would they say about having to support such a big girl as you are?”</|quote|>“I will go and earn | of rearing a child? I’m sure they’d much prefer it.”<|quote|>“Yes, perhaps it would be better, but I think _you_ will have to get your own living. What would they say about having to support such a big girl as you are?”</|quote|>“I will go and earn my own living, and when | sense. You’ll find my way is always the best in the end.” “Would it not be easier,” I replied, “for our relations to each give a little towards setting us up again, than to be burdened with the whole responsibility of rearing a child? I’m sure they’d much prefer it.”<|quote|>“Yes, perhaps it would be better, but I thin... | the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.” “Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, but how is your father to start again with only five cows in the world? It’s no use, you never talk sense. You’ll find my way is always the best in the end.” “Would it not be e... | it absolutely necessary to break up the home?” I said. “Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,” said mother, crossly. “That is always the way; if I suggest a thing it is immediately put down, yet there is never any one to think of things but me. What would you do? I suppose you think you could make a ... | you.” “Talk away,” I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired. “Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot afford to keep you at home. You’ll have to get something to do.” I made no r... | utensils, books, pictures, furniture, father’s watch—our very beds, pillows, and blankets. Not a thing besides what we stood up in was left us, and this was money for the payment of which my father held receipts. But for the generosity of our relatives we would have been in a pretty plight. They sent us sufficient mean... | conjunction with the bishop’s name, the approaching sale of our goods had been duly advertised in the local papers, and my father received several letters of sympathy from the clergy deploring the conduct of the bishop. These letters were from men unknown to father, who were unaware that Richard Melvyn was being sold o... | My Brilliant Career |
“I will go and earn my own living, and when you get me weeded out of the family you will have a perfect paradise. Having no evil to copy, the children will grow up saints,” | Sybylla Melvyn | big girl as you are?”<|quote|>“I will go and earn my own living, and when you get me weeded out of the family you will have a perfect paradise. Having no evil to copy, the children will grow up saints,”</|quote|>I said bitterly. “Now, Sybylla, | having to support such a big girl as you are?”<|quote|>“I will go and earn my own living, and when you get me weeded out of the family you will have a perfect paradise. Having no evil to copy, the children will grow up saints,”</|quote|>I said bitterly. “Now, Sybylla, it is foolish to talk | than to be burdened with the whole responsibility of rearing a child? I’m sure they’d much prefer it.” “Yes, perhaps it would be better, but I think _you_ will have to get your own living. What would they say about having to support such a big girl as you are?”<|quote|>“I will go and earn my own living, and when you ge... | your father to start again with only five cows in the world? It’s no use, you never talk sense. You’ll find my way is always the best in the end.” “Would it not be easier,” I replied, “for our relations to each give a little towards setting us up again, than to be burdened with the whole responsibility of rearing a chi... | thing it is immediately put down, yet there is never any one to think of things but me. What would you do? I suppose you think you could make a living on the place for us yourself.” “Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It... | a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot afford to keep you at home. You’ll have to get something to do.” I made no reply, and my mother continued, “I am afraid we will have to break up the home altogether. It’s no use; your father has no idea of making a living. I regret the day I ever saw him. Since he has taken to drink... | my father held receipts. But for the generosity of our relatives we would have been in a pretty plight. They sent us sufficient means to buy in everything, and our neighbours came to our rescue with enthusiasm and warm-hearted genuine sympathy. The bailiff—a gentleman to the core—seeing how matters stood, helped us to ... | of how to make a living than a cat. I will have to give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must g... | My Brilliant Career |
I said bitterly. | No speaker | children will grow up saints,”<|quote|>I said bitterly.</|quote|>“Now, Sybylla, it is foolish | no evil to copy, the children will grow up saints,”<|quote|>I said bitterly.</|quote|>“Now, Sybylla, it is foolish to talk like that, for | What would they say about having to support such a big girl as you are?” “I will go and earn my own living, and when you get me weeded out of the family you will have a perfect paradise. Having no evil to copy, the children will grow up saints,”<|quote|>I said bitterly.</|quote|>“Now, Sybylla, it is foolish to talk lik... | I replied, “for our relations to each give a little towards setting us up again, than to be burdened with the whole responsibility of rearing a child? I’m sure they’d much prefer it.” “Yes, perhaps it would be better, but I think _you_ will have to get your own living. What would they say about having to support such a... | us yourself.” “Why can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It would be terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.” “Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, b... | to break up the home altogether. It’s no use; your father has no idea of making a living. I regret the day I ever saw him. Since he has taken to drink he has no more idea of how to make a living than a cat. I will have to give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and... | with enthusiasm and warm-hearted genuine sympathy. The bailiff—a gentleman to the core—seeing how matters stood, helped us to the utmost of his power. Our goods were disposed of on the premises, and the neighbours arranged a mock sale, at which the bailiff winked. Our friends had sent the money, and the neighbours did ... | of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, “... | My Brilliant Career |
“Now, Sybylla, it is foolish to talk like that, for you know that you take no interest in your work. If you’d turn to and help me rear poultry and make dresses—and why don’t you take to cooking?” | Lucy Melvyn | up saints,” I said bitterly.<|quote|>“Now, Sybylla, it is foolish to talk like that, for you know that you take no interest in your work. If you’d turn to and help me rear poultry and make dresses—and why don’t you take to cooking?”</|quote|>“Take to cooking!” I retorted | copy, the children will grow up saints,” I said bitterly.<|quote|>“Now, Sybylla, it is foolish to talk like that, for you know that you take no interest in your work. If you’d turn to and help me rear poultry and make dresses—and why don’t you take to cooking?”</|quote|>“Take to cooking!” I retorted with scorn. “The fi... | say about having to support such a big girl as you are?” “I will go and earn my own living, and when you get me weeded out of the family you will have a perfect paradise. Having no evil to copy, the children will grow up saints,” I said bitterly.<|quote|>“Now, Sybylla, it is foolish to talk like that, for you know that... | our relations to each give a little towards setting us up again, than to be burdened with the whole responsibility of rearing a child? I’m sure they’d much prefer it.” “Yes, perhaps it would be better, but I think _you_ will have to get your own living. What would they say about having to support such a big girl as you... | can’t we live at home? Blackshaw and Jansen have no bigger places than we, and families just as large, and yet they make a living. It would be terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.” “Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, but how is your fath... | the home altogether. It’s no use; your father has no idea of making a living. I regret the day I ever saw him. Since he has taken to drink he has no more idea of how to make a living than a cat. I will have to give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will you... | warm-hearted genuine sympathy. The bailiff—a gentleman to the core—seeing how matters stood, helped us to the utmost of his power. Our goods were disposed of on the premises, and the neighbours arranged a mock sale, at which the bailiff winked. Our friends had sent the money, and the neighbours did the bidding—none bid... | the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Take to cooking!” | Sybylla Melvyn | don’t you take to cooking?”<|quote|>“Take to cooking!”</|quote|>I retorted with scorn. “The | poultry and make dresses—and why don’t you take to cooking?”<|quote|>“Take to cooking!”</|quote|>I retorted with scorn. “The fire that a fellow has | evil to copy, the children will grow up saints,” I said bitterly. “Now, Sybylla, it is foolish to talk like that, for you know that you take no interest in your work. If you’d turn to and help me rear poultry and make dresses—and why don’t you take to cooking?”<|quote|>“Take to cooking!”</|quote|>I retorted with scorn.... | think _you_ will have to get your own living. What would they say about having to support such a big girl as you are?” “I will go and earn my own living, and when you get me weeded out of the family you will have a perfect paradise. Having no evil to copy, the children will grow up saints,” I said bitterly. “Now, Sybyl... | would be no more to each other than strangers.” “Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, but how is your father to start again with only five cows in the world? It’s no use, you never talk sense. You’ll find my way is always the best in the end.” “Would it not be easier,” I replied, “for our relations to ea... | a living than a cat. I will have to give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grand... | bailiff winked. Our friends had sent the money, and the neighbours did the bidding—none bidding against each other—and thus our belongings went for a mere trifle. Every cloud has its silver lining, and the black cloud of poverty has a very bright silver lining. In poverty you can get at the real heart of people as you ... | terrible for the little ones to grow up separated; they would be no more to each other than strangers.” “Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, but how is your father to start again with only five cows in the world? It’s no use, you never talk sense. You’ll find my way is always the best in the end.” “Woul... | My Brilliant Career |
I retorted with scorn. | No speaker | to cooking?” “Take to cooking!”<|quote|>I retorted with scorn.</|quote|>“The fire that a fellow | dresses—and why don’t you take to cooking?” “Take to cooking!”<|quote|>I retorted with scorn.</|quote|>“The fire that a fellow has to endure on that | the children will grow up saints,” I said bitterly. “Now, Sybylla, it is foolish to talk like that, for you know that you take no interest in your work. If you’d turn to and help me rear poultry and make dresses—and why don’t you take to cooking?” “Take to cooking!”<|quote|>I retorted with scorn.</|quote|>“The fire tha... | have to get your own living. What would they say about having to support such a big girl as you are?” “I will go and earn my own living, and when you get me weeded out of the family you will have a perfect paradise. Having no evil to copy, the children will grow up saints,” I said bitterly. “Now, Sybylla, it is foolish... | more to each other than strangers.” “Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, but how is your father to start again with only five cows in the world? It’s no use, you never talk sense. You’ll find my way is always the best in the end.” “Would it not be easier,” I replied, “for our relations to each give a li... | a cat. I will have to give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I thin... | friends had sent the money, and the neighbours did the bidding—none bidding against each other—and thus our belongings went for a mere trifle. Every cloud has its silver lining, and the black cloud of poverty has a very bright silver lining. In poverty you can get at the real heart of people as you can never do if rich... | came into my room and said seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.” “Talk away,” I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired. “Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot a... | My Brilliant Career |
“The fire that a fellow has to endure on that old oven would kill a horse, and the grit and dirt of clearing it up grinds on my very nerves. Besides, if I ever do want to do any extra fancy cooking, we either can’t afford the butter or the currants, or else the eggs are too scarce! Cook, be grannied!” | Sybylla Melvyn | cooking!” I retorted with scorn.<|quote|>“The fire that a fellow has to endure on that old oven would kill a horse, and the grit and dirt of clearing it up grinds on my very nerves. Besides, if I ever do want to do any extra fancy cooking, we either can’t afford the butter or the currants, or else the eggs are too scar... | take to cooking?” “Take to cooking!” I retorted with scorn.<|quote|>“The fire that a fellow has to endure on that old oven would kill a horse, and the grit and dirt of clearing it up grinds on my very nerves. Besides, if I ever do want to do any extra fancy cooking, we either can’t afford the butter or the currants, or... | up saints,” I said bitterly. “Now, Sybylla, it is foolish to talk like that, for you know that you take no interest in your work. If you’d turn to and help me rear poultry and make dresses—and why don’t you take to cooking?” “Take to cooking!” I retorted with scorn.<|quote|>“The fire that a fellow has to endure on that... | own living. What would they say about having to support such a big girl as you are?” “I will go and earn my own living, and when you get me weeded out of the family you will have a perfect paradise. Having no evil to copy, the children will grow up saints,” I said bitterly. “Now, Sybylla, it is foolish to talk like tha... | than strangers.” “Yes; it is all very well for you to talk like that, but how is your father to start again with only five cows in the world? It’s no use, you never talk sense. You’ll find my way is always the best in the end.” “Would it not be easier,” I replied, “for our relations to each give a little towards settin... | have to give the little ones to some of the relatives; the bigger ones will have to go out to service, and so will your father and I. That’s all I can see ahead of us. Poor little Gertie is too young to go out in the world (she was not twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still ma... | money, and the neighbours did the bidding—none bidding against each other—and thus our belongings went for a mere trifle. Every cloud has its silver lining, and the black cloud of poverty has a very bright silver lining. In poverty you can get at the real heart of people as you can never do if rich. People are your fri... | said seriously, “Sybylla, I want to have a talk with you.” “Talk away,” I responded rather sullenly, for I expected a long sing-song about my good-for-nothingness in general—a subject of which I was heartily tired. “Sybylla, I’ve been studying the matter over a lot lately. It’s no use, we cannot afford to keep you at h... | My Brilliant Career |
“Sybylla! Sybylla, you are getting very vulgar!” | Lucy Melvyn | too scarce! Cook, be grannied!”<|quote|>“Sybylla! Sybylla, you are getting very vulgar!”</|quote|>“Yes, I once was foolish | or else the eggs are too scarce! Cook, be grannied!”<|quote|>“Sybylla! Sybylla, you are getting very vulgar!”</|quote|>“Yes, I once was foolish enough to try and be | oven would kill a horse, and the grit and dirt of clearing it up grinds on my very nerves. Besides, if I ever do want to do any extra fancy cooking, we either can’t afford the butter or the currants, or else the eggs are too scarce! Cook, be grannied!”<|quote|>“Sybylla! Sybylla, you are getting very vulgar!”</|quote|>“... | talk like that, for you know that you take no interest in your work. If you’d turn to and help me rear poultry and make dresses—and why don’t you take to cooking?” “Take to cooking!” I retorted with scorn. “The fire that a fellow has to endure on that old oven would kill a horse, and the grit and dirt of clearing it up... | little towards setting us up again, than to be burdened with the whole responsibility of rearing a child? I’m sure they’d much prefer it.” “Yes, perhaps it would be better, but I think _you_ will have to get your own living. What would they say about having to support such a big girl as you are?” “I will go and earn my... | grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, “Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?” “Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?” I said. “Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,” said mother, crossly. “That is always the way; if I suggest a thing it is... | friendship and love, not from sponging self-interestedness. It is worth being poor once or twice in a lifetime just to experience the blessing and heartrestfulness of a little genuine reality in the way of love and friendship. Not that it is impossible for opulence to have genuine friends, but rich people, I fear, must... | twelve months younger than I); she must go to your grandmother, I think.” I still made no reply, so my mother inquired, “Well, Sybylla, what do you think of the matter?” “Do you think it absolutely necessary to break up the home?” I said. “Well, you suggest something better if you are so clever,” said mother, crossly. ... | My Brilliant Career |
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