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“I am very sorry for you, Mr Hawden. I’m sure it would take quite a paragon to be worthy of such affection as I’m sure yours would be,” | Sybylla Melvyn | admirer of beauty,” he twaddled.<|quote|>“I am very sorry for you, Mr Hawden. I’m sure it would take quite a paragon to be worthy of such affection as I’m sure yours would be,”</|quote|>I replied sympathetically. “Never mind. | you. But I’m a great admirer of beauty,” he twaddled.<|quote|>“I am very sorry for you, Mr Hawden. I’m sure it would take quite a paragon to be worthy of such affection as I’m sure yours would be,”</|quote|>I replied sympathetically. “Never mind. Don’t worry about it. You’re | are both so good-looking,” he continued. “Indeed!” “I was disappointed when I saw you had no pretensions to prettiness, as there’s not a girl up these parts worth wasting a man’s affections on, and I was building great hopes on you. But I’m a great admirer of beauty,” he twaddled.<|quote|>“I am very sorry for you, Mr H... | estimate of me.” At any other time his conceit would have brought upon himself a fine snubbing, but today I was in high feather, and accordingly very pleasant, and resolved to amuse myself by drawing him out. “Well, you are not a bit like Mrs Bossier or Mrs Bell; they are both so good-looking,” he continued. “Indeed!” ... | Bossier’s grand-daughter, are you?” “Not remembering my birth, I can’t swear; but I believe myself to be that same, as sure as eggs is eggs,” I replied. He laughed. “Very good imitation of the coach-driver. But Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter! Well, I should smile!” “What at?” “Your being Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter.” “... | great pace, in less than two minutes covering a rise which put Gool-Gool out of sight. It was raining a little, so I held over us the big umbrella, which grannie had sent, while we discussed the weather, to the effect that rain was badly needed and was a great novelty nowadays, and it was to be hoped it would continue.... | coach stopped, and lifting his cap and thrusting his head into the coach, inquired, “Which is Miss Melvyn?” Seeing I was the only occupant, he laughed the pleasantest of laughs, disclosing two wide rows of perfect teeth, and turning to the driver, said, “Is that your only passenger? I suppose it is Miss Melvyn?” “As I ... | sent, while we discussed the weather, to the effect that rain was badly needed and was a great novelty nowadays, and it was to be hoped it would continue. There had been but little, but the soil here away was of that rich loamy description which little water turns to mud. It clogged the wheels and loaded the break-bloc... | My Brilliant Career |
I replied sympathetically. | No speaker | I’m sure yours would be,”<|quote|>I replied sympathetically.</|quote|>“Never mind. Don’t worry about | worthy of such affection as I’m sure yours would be,”<|quote|>I replied sympathetically.</|quote|>“Never mind. Don’t worry about it. You’re not a bad | wasting a man’s affections on, and I was building great hopes on you. But I’m a great admirer of beauty,” he twaddled. “I am very sorry for you, Mr Hawden. I’m sure it would take quite a paragon to be worthy of such affection as I’m sure yours would be,”<|quote|>I replied sympathetically.</|quote|>“Never mind. Don’t wo... | and resolved to amuse myself by drawing him out. “Well, you are not a bit like Mrs Bossier or Mrs Bell; they are both so good-looking,” he continued. “Indeed!” “I was disappointed when I saw you had no pretensions to prettiness, as there’s not a girl up these parts worth wasting a man’s affections on, and I was buildin... | laughed. “Very good imitation of the coach-driver. But Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter! Well, I should smile!” “What at?” “Your being Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter.” “I fear, Mr Hawden, there is a suspicion reverse of complimentary in your remark.” “Well, I should smile! Would you like to have my opinion of you?” “Nothing ... | umbrella, which grannie had sent, while we discussed the weather, to the effect that rain was badly needed and was a great novelty nowadays, and it was to be hoped it would continue. There had been but little, but the soil here away was of that rich loamy description which little water turns to mud. It clogged the whee... | of laughs, disclosing two wide rows of perfect teeth, and turning to the driver, said, “Is that your only passenger? I suppose it is Miss Melvyn?” “As I wasn’t present at her birth, I can’t swear, but I believe her to be that same, as sure as eggs is eggs,” he replied. My identity being thus established, the young gen... | as not to delay Mr Hawden, who was waiting to assist me into the buggy, where the groom was in charge of the horses in the yard. He struck up a conversation with me immediately. “Seeing your name on yer bags, an’ knowin’ you was belonging to the Bossiers, I ask if yer might be a daughter of Dick Melvyn, of Bruggabrong,... | My Brilliant Career |
“Never mind. Don’t worry about it. You’re not a bad sort, and think a fellow could have great fun with you.” | Frank Hawden | would be,” I replied sympathetically.<|quote|>“Never mind. Don’t worry about it. You’re not a bad sort, and think a fellow could have great fun with you.”</|quote|>“I’m sure, Mr Hawden, you | affection as I’m sure yours would be,” I replied sympathetically.<|quote|>“Never mind. Don’t worry about it. You’re not a bad sort, and think a fellow could have great fun with you.”</|quote|>“I’m sure, Mr Hawden, you do me too much honour. | affections on, and I was building great hopes on you. But I’m a great admirer of beauty,” he twaddled. “I am very sorry for you, Mr Hawden. I’m sure it would take quite a paragon to be worthy of such affection as I’m sure yours would be,” I replied sympathetically.<|quote|>“Never mind. Don’t worry about it. You’re not ... | amuse myself by drawing him out. “Well, you are not a bit like Mrs Bossier or Mrs Bell; they are both so good-looking,” he continued. “Indeed!” “I was disappointed when I saw you had no pretensions to prettiness, as there’s not a girl up these parts worth wasting a man’s affections on, and I was building great hopes on... | imitation of the coach-driver. But Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter! Well, I should smile!” “What at?” “Your being Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter.” “I fear, Mr Hawden, there is a suspicion reverse of complimentary in your remark.” “Well, I should smile! Would you like to have my opinion of you?” “Nothing would please me more... | had sent, while we discussed the weather, to the effect that rain was badly needed and was a great novelty nowadays, and it was to be hoped it would continue. There had been but little, but the soil here away was of that rich loamy description which little water turns to mud. It clogged the wheels and loaded the break-... | two wide rows of perfect teeth, and turning to the driver, said, “Is that your only passenger? I suppose it is Miss Melvyn?” “As I wasn’t present at her birth, I can’t swear, but I believe her to be that same, as sure as eggs is eggs,” he replied. My identity being thus established, the young gentleman with the greate... | needed and was a great novelty nowadays, and it was to be hoped it would continue. There had been but little, but the soil here away was of that rich loamy description which little water turns to mud. It clogged the wheels and loaded the break-blocks; and the near side horse had a nasty way of throwing his front feet, ... | My Brilliant Career |
“I’m sure, Mr Hawden, you do me too much honour. It quite exhilarates me to think that I meet with your approval in the smallest degree,” | Sybylla Melvyn | have great fun with you.”<|quote|>“I’m sure, Mr Hawden, you do me too much honour. It quite exhilarates me to think that I meet with your approval in the smallest degree,”</|quote|>I replied with the utmost | and think a fellow could have great fun with you.”<|quote|>“I’m sure, Mr Hawden, you do me too much honour. It quite exhilarates me to think that I meet with your approval in the smallest degree,”</|quote|>I replied with the utmost deference. “You are so gentlemanly | very sorry for you, Mr Hawden. I’m sure it would take quite a paragon to be worthy of such affection as I’m sure yours would be,” I replied sympathetically. “Never mind. Don’t worry about it. You’re not a bad sort, and think a fellow could have great fun with you.”<|quote|>“I’m sure, Mr Hawden, you do me too much honou... | so good-looking,” he continued. “Indeed!” “I was disappointed when I saw you had no pretensions to prettiness, as there’s not a girl up these parts worth wasting a man’s affections on, and I was building great hopes on you. But I’m a great admirer of beauty,” he twaddled. “I am very sorry for you, Mr Hawden. I’m sure i... | Mr Hawden, there is a suspicion reverse of complimentary in your remark.” “Well, I should smile! Would you like to have my opinion of you?” “Nothing would please me more. I would value your opinion above all things, and I’m sure—I feel certain—that you have formed a true estimate of me.” At any other time his conceit w... | and it was to be hoped it would continue. There had been but little, but the soil here away was of that rich loamy description which little water turns to mud. It clogged the wheels and loaded the break-blocks; and the near side horse had a nasty way of throwing his front feet, so that he deposited soft red lumps of mu... | Miss Melvyn?” “As I wasn’t present at her birth, I can’t swear, but I believe her to be that same, as sure as eggs is eggs,” he replied. My identity being thus established, the young gentleman with the greatest of courtesy assisted me to alight, ordered the hotel groom to stow my luggage in the Caddagat buggy, and har... | Jane. You remember Jane, I s’pose, miss?” I hadn’t time to say more than promise to send his remembrances to my father, for Mr Hawden, saying we would be in the dark, had whipped his horses and was bowling off at a great pace, in less than two minutes covering a rise which put Gool-Gool out of sight. It was raining a l... | My Brilliant Career |
I replied with the utmost deference. | No speaker | approval in the smallest degree,”<|quote|>I replied with the utmost deference.</|quote|>“You are so gentlemanly and | that I meet with your approval in the smallest degree,”<|quote|>I replied with the utmost deference.</|quote|>“You are so gentlemanly and nice that I was alarmed | I replied sympathetically. “Never mind. Don’t worry about it. You’re not a bad sort, and think a fellow could have great fun with you.” “I’m sure, Mr Hawden, you do me too much honour. It quite exhilarates me to think that I meet with your approval in the smallest degree,”<|quote|>I replied with the utmost deference.</... | wasting a man’s affections on, and I was building great hopes on you. But I’m a great admirer of beauty,” he twaddled. “I am very sorry for you, Mr Hawden. I’m sure it would take quite a paragon to be worthy of such affection as I’m sure yours would be,” I replied sympathetically. “Never mind. Don’t worry about it. You... | would please me more. I would value your opinion above all things, and I’m sure—I feel certain—that you have formed a true estimate of me.” At any other time his conceit would have brought upon himself a fine snubbing, but today I was in high feather, and accordingly very pleasant, and resolved to amuse myself by drawi... | little water turns to mud. It clogged the wheels and loaded the break-blocks; and the near side horse had a nasty way of throwing his front feet, so that he deposited soft red lumps of mud in our laps at every step. But, despite these trifling drawbacks, it was delightful to be drawn without effort by a pair of fat hor... | he replied. My identity being thus established, the young gentleman with the greatest of courtesy assisted me to alight, ordered the hotel groom to stow my luggage in the Caddagat buggy, and harness the horses with all expedition. He then conducted me to the private parlour, where a friendly little barmaid had some re... | is eggs,” I replied. He laughed. “Very good imitation of the coach-driver. But Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter! Well, I should smile!” “What at?” “Your being Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter.” “I fear, Mr Hawden, there is a suspicion reverse of complimentary in your remark.” “Well, I should smile! Would you like to have my o... | My Brilliant Career |
“You are so gentlemanly and nice that I was alarmed at first lest you might despise me altogether.” | Sybylla Melvyn | replied with the utmost deference.<|quote|>“You are so gentlemanly and nice that I was alarmed at first lest you might despise me altogether.”</|quote|>“No fear. You needn’t be | in the smallest degree,” I replied with the utmost deference.<|quote|>“You are so gentlemanly and nice that I was alarmed at first lest you might despise me altogether.”</|quote|>“No fear. You needn’t be afraid of me; I’m not | worry about it. You’re not a bad sort, and think a fellow could have great fun with you.” “I’m sure, Mr Hawden, you do me too much honour. It quite exhilarates me to think that I meet with your approval in the smallest degree,” I replied with the utmost deference.<|quote|>“You are so gentlemanly and nice that I was ala... | I was building great hopes on you. But I’m a great admirer of beauty,” he twaddled. “I am very sorry for you, Mr Hawden. I’m sure it would take quite a paragon to be worthy of such affection as I’m sure yours would be,” I replied sympathetically. “Never mind. Don’t worry about it. You’re not a bad sort, and think a fel... | value your opinion above all things, and I’m sure—I feel certain—that you have formed a true estimate of me.” At any other time his conceit would have brought upon himself a fine snubbing, but today I was in high feather, and accordingly very pleasant, and resolved to amuse myself by drawing him out. “Well, you are not... | clogged the wheels and loaded the break-blocks; and the near side horse had a nasty way of throwing his front feet, so that he deposited soft red lumps of mud in our laps at every step. But, despite these trifling drawbacks, it was delightful to be drawn without effort by a pair of fat horses in splendid harness. It wa... | established, the young gentleman with the greatest of courtesy assisted me to alight, ordered the hotel groom to stow my luggage in the Caddagat buggy, and harness the horses with all expedition. He then conducted me to the private parlour, where a friendly little barmaid had some refreshments on a tray awaiting me, an... | remembrances to my father, for Mr Hawden, saying we would be in the dark, had whipped his horses and was bowling off at a great pace, in less than two minutes covering a rise which put Gool-Gool out of sight. It was raining a little, so I held over us the big umbrella, which grannie had sent, while we discussed the wea... | My Brilliant Career |
“No fear. You needn’t be afraid of me; I’m not a bad sort of fellow,” | Frank Hawden | you might despise me altogether.”<|quote|>“No fear. You needn’t be afraid of me; I’m not a bad sort of fellow,”</|quote|>he replied with the greatest | was alarmed at first lest you might despise me altogether.”<|quote|>“No fear. You needn’t be afraid of me; I’m not a bad sort of fellow,”</|quote|>he replied with the greatest encouragement. By his accent and | “I’m sure, Mr Hawden, you do me too much honour. It quite exhilarates me to think that I meet with your approval in the smallest degree,” I replied with the utmost deference. “You are so gentlemanly and nice that I was alarmed at first lest you might despise me altogether.”<|quote|>“No fear. You needn’t be afraid of me... | very sorry for you, Mr Hawden. I’m sure it would take quite a paragon to be worthy of such affection as I’m sure yours would be,” I replied sympathetically. “Never mind. Don’t worry about it. You’re not a bad sort, and think a fellow could have great fun with you.” “I’m sure, Mr Hawden, you do me too much honour. It qu... | me.” At any other time his conceit would have brought upon himself a fine snubbing, but today I was in high feather, and accordingly very pleasant, and resolved to amuse myself by drawing him out. “Well, you are not a bit like Mrs Bossier or Mrs Bell; they are both so good-looking,” he continued. “Indeed!” “I was disap... | his front feet, so that he deposited soft red lumps of mud in our laps at every step. But, despite these trifling drawbacks, it was delightful to be drawn without effort by a pair of fat horses in splendid harness. It was a great contrast to our poor skinny old horse at home, crawling along in much-broken harness, clum... | stow my luggage in the Caddagat buggy, and harness the horses with all expedition. He then conducted me to the private parlour, where a friendly little barmaid had some refreshments on a tray awaiting me, and while warming my feet preparatory to eating I read the letter he had given me, which was addressed in my grandm... | delightful to be drawn without effort by a pair of fat horses in splendid harness. It was a great contrast to our poor skinny old horse at home, crawling along in much-broken harness, clumsily and much mended with string and bits of hide. Mr Hawden was not at all averse to talking. After emptying our tongues of the wea... | My Brilliant Career |
he replied with the greatest encouragement. By his accent and innocent style I detected he was not a colonial, so I got him to relate his history. He was an Englishman by birth, but had been to America, Spain, New Zealand, Tasmania, etc.; by his own make out had ever been a man of note, and had played Old Harry everyw... | No speaker | a bad sort of fellow,”<|quote|>he replied with the greatest encouragement. By his accent and innocent style I detected he was not a colonial, so I got him to relate his history. He was an Englishman by birth, but had been to America, Spain, New Zealand, Tasmania, etc.; by his own make out had ever been a man of note, ... | afraid of me; I’m not a bad sort of fellow,”<|quote|>he replied with the greatest encouragement. By his accent and innocent style I detected he was not a colonial, so I got him to relate his history. He was an Englishman by birth, but had been to America, Spain, New Zealand, Tasmania, etc.; by his own make out had eve... | think that I meet with your approval in the smallest degree,” I replied with the utmost deference. “You are so gentlemanly and nice that I was alarmed at first lest you might despise me altogether.” “No fear. You needn’t be afraid of me; I’m not a bad sort of fellow,”<|quote|>he replied with the greatest encouragement.... | be worthy of such affection as I’m sure yours would be,” I replied sympathetically. “Never mind. Don’t worry about it. You’re not a bad sort, and think a fellow could have great fun with you.” “I’m sure, Mr Hawden, you do me too much honour. It quite exhilarates me to think that I meet with your approval in the smalles... | but today I was in high feather, and accordingly very pleasant, and resolved to amuse myself by drawing him out. “Well, you are not a bit like Mrs Bossier or Mrs Bell; they are both so good-looking,” he continued. “Indeed!” “I was disappointed when I saw you had no pretensions to prettiness, as there’s not a girl up th... | at every step. But, despite these trifling drawbacks, it was delightful to be drawn without effort by a pair of fat horses in splendid harness. It was a great contrast to our poor skinny old horse at home, crawling along in much-broken harness, clumsily and much mended with string and bits of hide. Mr Hawden was not at... | then conducted me to the private parlour, where a friendly little barmaid had some refreshments on a tray awaiting me, and while warming my feet preparatory to eating I read the letter he had given me, which was addressed in my grandmother’s handwriting. In it she told me that she and my aunt were only just recovering ... | wheels and loaded the break-blocks; and the near side horse had a nasty way of throwing his front feet, so that he deposited soft red lumps of mud in our laps at every step. But, despite these trifling drawbacks, it was delightful to be drawn without effort by a pair of fat horses in splendid harness. It was a great co... | My Brilliant Career |
“Fine fence, is it not? Eight wires, a top rail, and very stout posts. Harry Beecham had that put up by contract this year. Twelve miles of it. It cost him a lot: couldn’t get any very low tenders, the ground being so hard on account of the drought. Those trees are Five-Bob Downs—see, away over against the range. But I... | Frank Hawden | I remembered in my childhood.<|quote|>“Fine fence, is it not? Eight wires, a top rail, and very stout posts. Harry Beecham had that put up by contract this year. Twelve miles of it. It cost him a lot: couldn’t get any very low tenders, the ground being so hard on account of the drought. Those trees are Five-Bob Downs—s... | an old cockatoo fence which I remembered in my childhood.<|quote|>“Fine fence, is it not? Eight wires, a top rail, and very stout posts. Harry Beecham had that put up by contract this year. Twelve miles of it. It cost him a lot: couldn’t get any very low tenders, the ground being so hard on account of the drought. Thos... | had taken the measure of him, and was grinning broadly to myself. Then I diverted him by inquiring how long since the wire fence on our right had been put up. It bore evidence of recent erection, and had replaced an old cockatoo fence which I remembered in my childhood.<|quote|>“Fine fence, is it not? Eight wires, a to... | was an Englishman by birth, but had been to America, Spain, New Zealand, Tasmania, etc.; by his own make out had ever been a man of note, and had played Old Harry everywhere. I allowed him to gabble away full tilt for an hour on this subject, unconscious that I had taken the measure of him, and was grinning broadly to ... | fellow could have great fun with you.” “I’m sure, Mr Hawden, you do me too much honour. It quite exhilarates me to think that I meet with your approval in the smallest degree,” I replied with the utmost deference. “You are so gentlemanly and nice that I was alarmed at first lest you might despise me altogether.” “No fe... | “Your being Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter.” “I fear, Mr Hawden, there is a suspicion reverse of complimentary in your remark.” “Well, I should smile! Would you like to have my opinion of you?” “Nothing would please me more. I would value your opinion above all things, and I’m sure—I feel certain—that you have formed a t... | would close in earlier; so I swallowed my tea and cake with all expedition, so as not to delay Mr Hawden, who was waiting to assist me into the buggy, where the groom was in charge of the horses in the yard. He struck up a conversation with me immediately. “Seeing your name on yer bags, an’ knowin’ you was belonging to... | averse to talking. After emptying our tongues of the weather, there was silence for some time, which he broke with, “So you are Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter, are you?” “Not remembering my birth, I can’t swear; but I believe myself to be that same, as sure as eggs is eggs,” I replied. He laughed. “Very good imitation o... | My Brilliant Career |
We were now within an hour of our destination. How familiar were many landmarks to me, although I had not seen them since I was eight years old. A river ran on our right, occasionally a glimmer of its noisy waters visible through the shrubbery which profusely lined its banks. The short evening was drawing to a close. ... | No speaker | places better than I do.”<|quote|>We were now within an hour of our destination. How familiar were many landmarks to me, although I had not seen them since I was eight years old. A river ran on our right, occasionally a glimmer of its noisy waters visible through the shrubbery which profusely lined its banks. The shor... | I suppose you know the places better than I do.”<|quote|>We were now within an hour of our destination. How familiar were many landmarks to me, although I had not seen them since I was eight years old. A river ran on our right, occasionally a glimmer of its noisy waters visible through the shrubbery which profusely li... | by contract this year. Twelve miles of it. It cost him a lot: couldn’t get any very low tenders, the ground being so hard on account of the drought. Those trees are Five-Bob Downs—see, away over against the range. But I suppose you know the places better than I do.”<|quote|>We were now within an hour of our destination... | since the wire fence on our right had been put up. It bore evidence of recent erection, and had replaced an old cockatoo fence which I remembered in my childhood. “Fine fence, is it not? Eight wires, a top rail, and very stout posts. Harry Beecham had that put up by contract this year. Twelve miles of it. It cost him a... | of fellow,” he replied with the greatest encouragement. By his accent and innocent style I detected he was not a colonial, so I got him to relate his history. He was an Englishman by birth, but had been to America, Spain, New Zealand, Tasmania, etc.; by his own make out had ever been a man of note, and had played Old ... | fine snubbing, but today I was in high feather, and accordingly very pleasant, and resolved to amuse myself by drawing him out. “Well, you are not a bit like Mrs Bossier or Mrs Bell; they are both so good-looking,” he continued. “Indeed!” “I was disappointed when I saw you had no pretensions to prettiness, as there’s n... | a daughter of Dick Melvyn, of Bruggabrong, out by Timlinbilly.” “Yes, I am.” “Well, miss, please remember me most kindly to yer pa; he was a good boss was Dick Melvyn. I hope he’s doin’ well. I’m Billy Haizelip, brother to Mary and Jane. You remember Jane, I s’pose, miss?” I hadn’t time to say more than promise to send... | think a fellow could have great fun with you.” “I’m sure, Mr Hawden, you do me too much honour. It quite exhilarates me to think that I meet with your approval in the smallest degree,” I replied with the utmost deference. “You are so gentlemanly and nice that I was alarmed at first lest you might despise me altogether.... | My Brilliant Career |
“Dear me, child, your face is cold. I’m glad you’ve come. It has been a terrible day, but we’re glad to have the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you forgive me for not going to meet you.” | Mrs. Bossier | a great warm-hearted hug, saying,<|quote|>“Dear me, child, your face is cold. I’m glad you’ve come. It has been a terrible day, but we’re glad to have the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you forgive me for not going to meet you.”</|... | fear. She folded me in a great warm-hearted hug, saying,<|quote|>“Dear me, child, your face is cold. I’m glad you’ve come. It has been a terrible day, but we’re glad to have the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you forgive me for not... | front door was thrown open, lights and voices came streaming out. I alighted from the buggy feeling rather nervous. I was a pauper with a bad character. How would my grandmother receive me? Dear old soul, I had nothing to fear. She folded me in a great warm-hearted hug, saying,<|quote|>“Dear me, child, your face is col... | was well named, as it swarmed with lyrebirds. Night was falling. The skreel of a hundred curlews arose from the gullies—how I love their lonely wail!—and it was quite dark when we pulled up before the front gate of Caddagat. A score of dogs rushed yelping to meet us, the front door was thrown open, lights and voices ca... | I do.” We were now within an hour of our destination. How familiar were many landmarks to me, although I had not seen them since I was eight years old. A river ran on our right, occasionally a glimmer of its noisy waters visible through the shrubbery which profusely lined its banks. The short evening was drawing to a ... | bad sort of fellow,” he replied with the greatest encouragement. By his accent and innocent style I detected he was not a colonial, so I got him to relate his history. He was an Englishman by birth, but had been to America, Spain, New Zealand, Tasmania, etc.; by his own make out had ever been a man of note, and had pl... | mud in our laps at every step. But, despite these trifling drawbacks, it was delightful to be drawn without effort by a pair of fat horses in splendid harness. It was a great contrast to our poor skinny old horse at home, crawling along in much-broken harness, clumsily and much mended with string and bits of hide. Mr H... | had ever been a man of note, and had played Old Harry everywhere. I allowed him to gabble away full tilt for an hour on this subject, unconscious that I had taken the measure of him, and was grinning broadly to myself. Then I diverted him by inquiring how long since the wire fence on our right had been put up. It bore ... | My Brilliant Career |
And there was my mother’s only sister, my tall graceful aunt, standing beside her, giving me a kiss and cordial hand-clasp, and saying, | No speaker | not going to meet you.”<|quote|>And there was my mother’s only sister, my tall graceful aunt, standing beside her, giving me a kiss and cordial hand-clasp, and saying,</|quote|>“Welcome, Sybylla. We will be | hope you forgive me for not going to meet you.”<|quote|>And there was my mother’s only sister, my tall graceful aunt, standing beside her, giving me a kiss and cordial hand-clasp, and saying,</|quote|>“Welcome, Sybylla. We will be glad to have a young | come. It has been a terrible day, but we’re glad to have the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you forgive me for not going to meet you.”<|quote|>And there was my mother’s only sister, my tall graceful aunt, standing beside her, givin... | out. I alighted from the buggy feeling rather nervous. I was a pauper with a bad character. How would my grandmother receive me? Dear old soul, I had nothing to fear. She folded me in a great warm-hearted hug, saying, “Dear me, child, your face is cold. I’m glad you’ve come. It has been a terrible day, but we’re glad t... | The white mists brought by the rain were crawling slowly down the hills, and settling in the hollows of the ranges on our left. A V-shaped rift in them, known as Pheasant Gap, came into view. Mr Hawden said it was well named, as it swarmed with lyrebirds. Night was falling. The skreel of a hundred curlews arose from th... | had played Old Harry everywhere. I allowed him to gabble away full tilt for an hour on this subject, unconscious that I had taken the measure of him, and was grinning broadly to myself. Then I diverted him by inquiring how long since the wire fence on our right had been put up. It bore evidence of recent erection, and ... | not at all averse to talking. After emptying our tongues of the weather, there was silence for some time, which he broke with, “So you are Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter, are you?” “Not remembering my birth, I can’t swear; but I believe myself to be that same, as sure as eggs is eggs,” I replied. He laughed. “Very good ... | I was building great hopes on you. But I’m a great admirer of beauty,” he twaddled. “I am very sorry for you, Mr Hawden. I’m sure it would take quite a paragon to be worthy of such affection as I’m sure yours would be,” I replied sympathetically. “Never mind. Don’t worry about it. You’re not a bad sort, and think a fel... | My Brilliant Career |
“Welcome, Sybylla. We will be glad to have a young person to brighten up the old home once more. I am sorry I was too unwell to meet you. You must be frozen; come to the fire.” | Aunt Helen | and cordial hand-clasp, and saying,<|quote|>“Welcome, Sybylla. We will be glad to have a young person to brighten up the old home once more. I am sorry I was too unwell to meet you. You must be frozen; come to the fire.”</|quote|>My aunt always spoke very | her, giving me a kiss and cordial hand-clasp, and saying,<|quote|>“Welcome, Sybylla. We will be glad to have a young person to brighten up the old home once more. I am sorry I was too unwell to meet you. You must be frozen; come to the fire.”</|quote|>My aunt always spoke very little and very quietly, but | child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you forgive me for not going to meet you.” And there was my mother’s only sister, my tall graceful aunt, standing beside her, giving me a kiss and cordial hand-clasp, and saying,<|quote|>“Welcome, Sybylla. We will be glad to have a young person t... | Dear old soul, I had nothing to fear. She folded me in a great warm-hearted hug, saying, “Dear me, child, your face is cold. I’m glad you’ve come. It has been a terrible day, but we’re glad to have the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hop... | left. A V-shaped rift in them, known as Pheasant Gap, came into view. Mr Hawden said it was well named, as it swarmed with lyrebirds. Night was falling. The skreel of a hundred curlews arose from the gullies—how I love their lonely wail!—and it was quite dark when we pulled up before the front gate of Caddagat. A score... | taken the measure of him, and was grinning broadly to myself. Then I diverted him by inquiring how long since the wire fence on our right had been put up. It bore evidence of recent erection, and had replaced an old cockatoo fence which I remembered in my childhood. “Fine fence, is it not? Eight wires, a top rail, and ... | “So you are Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter, are you?” “Not remembering my birth, I can’t swear; but I believe myself to be that same, as sure as eggs is eggs,” I replied. He laughed. “Very good imitation of the coach-driver. But Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter! Well, I should smile!” “What at?” “Your being Mrs Bossier’s gr... | Harry everywhere. I allowed him to gabble away full tilt for an hour on this subject, unconscious that I had taken the measure of him, and was grinning broadly to myself. Then I diverted him by inquiring how long since the wire fence on our right had been put up. It bore evidence of recent erection, and had replaced an... | My Brilliant Career |
My aunt always spoke very little and very quietly, but there was something in her high-bred style which went right home. I could scarcely believe that they were addressing me. Surely they were making a mistake. This reception was meant for some grand relative honouring them with a visit, and not for the ugly, useless,... | No speaker | frozen; come to the fire.”<|quote|>My aunt always spoke very little and very quietly, but there was something in her high-bred style which went right home. I could scarcely believe that they were addressing me. Surely they were making a mistake. This reception was meant for some grand relative honouring them with a vi... | meet you. You must be frozen; come to the fire.”<|quote|>My aunt always spoke very little and very quietly, but there was something in her high-bred style which went right home. I could scarcely believe that they were addressing me. Surely they were making a mistake. This reception was meant for some grand relative ho... | aunt, standing beside her, giving me a kiss and cordial hand-clasp, and saying, “Welcome, Sybylla. We will be glad to have a young person to brighten up the old home once more. I am sorry I was too unwell to meet you. You must be frozen; come to the fire.”<|quote|>My aunt always spoke very little and very quietly, but ... | to have the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you forgive me for not going to meet you.” And there was my mother’s only sister, my tall graceful aunt, standing beside her, giving me a kiss and cordial hand-clasp, and saying, “Welcome,... | gullies—how I love their lonely wail!—and it was quite dark when we pulled up before the front gate of Caddagat. A score of dogs rushed yelping to meet us, the front door was thrown open, lights and voices came streaming out. I alighted from the buggy feeling rather nervous. I was a pauper with a bad character. How wou... | had replaced an old cockatoo fence which I remembered in my childhood. “Fine fence, is it not? Eight wires, a top rail, and very stout posts. Harry Beecham had that put up by contract this year. Twelve miles of it. It cost him a lot: couldn’t get any very low tenders, the ground being so hard on account of the drought.... | the coach-driver. But Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter! Well, I should smile!” “What at?” “Your being Mrs Bossier’s grand-daughter.” “I fear, Mr Hawden, there is a suspicion reverse of complimentary in your remark.” “Well, I should smile! Would you like to have my opinion of you?” “Nothing would please me more. I would val... | was grinning broadly to myself. Then I diverted him by inquiring how long since the wire fence on our right had been put up. It bore evidence of recent erection, and had replaced an old cockatoo fence which I remembered in my childhood. “Fine fence, is it not? Eight wires, a top rail, and very stout posts. Harry Beecha... | My Brilliant Career |
“Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,” | Mrs. Bossier | cynicism which encrusted my heart.<|quote|>“Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,”</|quote|>said grannie, “while I see | a little of the pitiless cynicism which encrusted my heart.<|quote|>“Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,”</|quote|>said grannie, “while I see that the boy attends to | for some grand relative honouring them with a visit, and not for the ugly, useless, bad little pauper come to live upon their bounty. Their welcome did more than all the sermons I had ever heard put together towards thawing a little of the pitiless cynicism which encrusted my heart.<|quote|>“Take the child inside, Hele... | meet you. You must be frozen; come to the fire.” My aunt always spoke very little and very quietly, but there was something in her high-bred style which went right home. I could scarcely believe that they were addressing me. Surely they were making a mistake. This reception was meant for some grand relative honouring ... | come. It has been a terrible day, but we’re glad to have the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you forgive me for not going to meet you.” And there was my mother’s only sister, my tall graceful aunt, standing beside her, giving me a k... | destination. How familiar were many landmarks to me, although I had not seen them since I was eight years old. A river ran on our right, occasionally a glimmer of its noisy waters visible through the shrubbery which profusely lined its banks. The short evening was drawing to a close. The white mists brought by the rain... | feather, and accordingly very pleasant, and resolved to amuse myself by drawing him out. “Well, you are not a bit like Mrs Bossier or Mrs Bell; they are both so good-looking,” he continued. “Indeed!” “I was disappointed when I saw you had no pretensions to prettiness, as there’s not a girl up these parts worth wasting ... | I allowed him to gabble away full tilt for an hour on this subject, unconscious that I had taken the measure of him, and was grinning broadly to myself. Then I diverted him by inquiring how long since the wire fence on our right had been put up. It bore evidence of recent erection, and had replaced an old cockatoo fenc... | My Brilliant Career |
said grannie, | No speaker | as fast as you can,”<|quote|>said grannie,</|quote|>“while I see that the | “Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,”<|quote|>said grannie,</|quote|>“while I see that the boy attends to the horses. | not for the ugly, useless, bad little pauper come to live upon their bounty. Their welcome did more than all the sermons I had ever heard put together towards thawing a little of the pitiless cynicism which encrusted my heart. “Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,”<|quote|>said grannie,</|quote|>“while I s... | My aunt always spoke very little and very quietly, but there was something in her high-bred style which went right home. I could scarcely believe that they were addressing me. Surely they were making a mistake. This reception was meant for some grand relative honouring them with a visit, and not for the ugly, useless,... | to have the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you forgive me for not going to meet you.” And there was my mother’s only sister, my tall graceful aunt, standing beside her, giving me a kiss and cordial hand-clasp, and saying, “Welcome,... | had not seen them since I was eight years old. A river ran on our right, occasionally a glimmer of its noisy waters visible through the shrubbery which profusely lined its banks. The short evening was drawing to a close. The white mists brought by the rain were crawling slowly down the hills, and settling in the hollow... | by drawing him out. “Well, you are not a bit like Mrs Bossier or Mrs Bell; they are both so good-looking,” he continued. “Indeed!” “I was disappointed when I saw you had no pretensions to prettiness, as there’s not a girl up these parts worth wasting a man’s affections on, and I was building great hopes on you. But I’m... | been to America, Spain, New Zealand, Tasmania, etc.; by his own make out had ever been a man of note, and had played Old Harry everywhere. I allowed him to gabble away full tilt for an hour on this subject, unconscious that I had taken the measure of him, and was grinning broadly to myself. Then I diverted him by inqui... | My Brilliant Career |
“while I see that the boy attends to the horses. The plaguey fellow can’t be trusted any further than the length of his nose. I told him to tie up these dogs, and here they are yelp-yelping fit to deafen a person.” | Mrs. Bossier | as you can,” said grannie,<|quote|>“while I see that the boy attends to the horses. The plaguey fellow can’t be trusted any further than the length of his nose. I told him to tie up these dogs, and here they are yelp-yelping fit to deafen a person.”</|quote|>I left my wet umbrella | child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,” said grannie,<|quote|>“while I see that the boy attends to the horses. The plaguey fellow can’t be trusted any further than the length of his nose. I told him to tie up these dogs, and here they are yelp-yelping fit to deafen a person.”</|quote|>I left my wet umbrella on the ve... | the ugly, useless, bad little pauper come to live upon their bounty. Their welcome did more than all the sermons I had ever heard put together towards thawing a little of the pitiless cynicism which encrusted my heart. “Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,” said grannie,<|quote|>“while I see that the boy a... | always spoke very little and very quietly, but there was something in her high-bred style which went right home. I could scarcely believe that they were addressing me. Surely they were making a mistake. This reception was meant for some grand relative honouring them with a visit, and not for the ugly, useless, bad litt... | the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you forgive me for not going to meet you.” And there was my mother’s only sister, my tall graceful aunt, standing beside her, giving me a kiss and cordial hand-clasp, and saying, “Welcome, Sybylla... | seen them since I was eight years old. A river ran on our right, occasionally a glimmer of its noisy waters visible through the shrubbery which profusely lined its banks. The short evening was drawing to a close. The white mists brought by the rain were crawling slowly down the hills, and settling in the hollows of the... | him out. “Well, you are not a bit like Mrs Bossier or Mrs Bell; they are both so good-looking,” he continued. “Indeed!” “I was disappointed when I saw you had no pretensions to prettiness, as there’s not a girl up these parts worth wasting a man’s affections on, and I was building great hopes on you. But I’m a great ad... | tilt for an hour on this subject, unconscious that I had taken the measure of him, and was grinning broadly to myself. Then I diverted him by inquiring how long since the wire fence on our right had been put up. It bore evidence of recent erection, and had replaced an old cockatoo fence which I remembered in my childho... | My Brilliant Career |
I left my wet umbrella on the veranda, and aunt Helen led me into the dining-room, where a spruce maid was making a pleasant clatter in laying the table. Caddagat was a very old style of house, and all the front rooms opened onto the veranda without any such preliminary as a hall, therefore it was necessary to pass thr... | No speaker | fit to deafen a person.”<|quote|>I left my wet umbrella on the veranda, and aunt Helen led me into the dining-room, where a spruce maid was making a pleasant clatter in laying the table. Caddagat was a very old style of house, and all the front rooms opened onto the veranda without any such preliminary as a hall, there... | and here they are yelp-yelping fit to deafen a person.”<|quote|>I left my wet umbrella on the veranda, and aunt Helen led me into the dining-room, where a spruce maid was making a pleasant clatter in laying the table. Caddagat was a very old style of house, and all the front rooms opened onto the veranda without any su... | Helen, as fast as you can,” said grannie, “while I see that the boy attends to the horses. The plaguey fellow can’t be trusted any further than the length of his nose. I told him to tie up these dogs, and here they are yelp-yelping fit to deafen a person.”<|quote|>I left my wet umbrella on the veranda, and aunt Helen l... | honouring them with a visit, and not for the ugly, useless, bad little pauper come to live upon their bounty. Their welcome did more than all the sermons I had ever heard put together towards thawing a little of the pitiless cynicism which encrusted my heart. “Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,” said gra... | mother’s only sister, my tall graceful aunt, standing beside her, giving me a kiss and cordial hand-clasp, and saying, “Welcome, Sybylla. We will be glad to have a young person to brighten up the old home once more. I am sorry I was too unwell to meet you. You must be frozen; come to the fire.” My aunt always spoke ver... | by the rain were crawling slowly down the hills, and settling in the hollows of the ranges on our left. A V-shaped rift in them, known as Pheasant Gap, came into view. Mr Hawden said it was well named, as it swarmed with lyrebirds. Night was falling. The skreel of a hundred curlews arose from the gullies—how I love the... | worth wasting a man’s affections on, and I was building great hopes on you. But I’m a great admirer of beauty,” he twaddled. “I am very sorry for you, Mr Hawden. I’m sure it would take quite a paragon to be worthy of such affection as I’m sure yours would be,” I replied sympathetically. “Never mind. Don’t worry about i... | “Dear me, child, your face is cold. I’m glad you’ve come. It has been a terrible day, but we’re glad to have the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you forgive me for not going to meet you.” And there was my mother’s only sister, my ta... | My Brilliant Career |
“Corelli” | No speaker | one of these I saw<|quote|>“Corelli”</|quote|>, and on another—great joy!—was | books. On the back of one of these I saw<|quote|>“Corelli”</|quote|>, and on another—great joy!—was _Trilby_. From the adjoining apartment, | so well, and the old-fashioned dinner-plates, and the big fire roaring in the broad white fireplace; but more than all, the beautiful pictures on the walls and a table in a corner strewn with papers, magazines, and several very new-looking books. On the back of one of these I saw<|quote|>“Corelli”</|quote|>, and on ano... | the veranda without any such preliminary as a hall, therefore it was necessary to pass through the dining-room to my bedroom, which was a skillion at the back. While auntie paused for a moment to give some orders to the maid, I noticed the heavy silver serviette rings I remembered so well, and the old-fashioned dinner-... | my heart. “Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,” said grannie, “while I see that the boy attends to the horses. The plaguey fellow can’t be trusted any further than the length of his nose. I told him to tie up these dogs, and here they are yelp-yelping fit to deafen a person.” I left my wet umbrella on the... | glad you’ve come. It has been a terrible day, but we’re glad to have the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you forgive me for not going to meet you.” And there was my mother’s only sister, my tall graceful aunt, standing beside her, g... | greatest encouragement. By his accent and innocent style I detected he was not a colonial, so I got him to relate his history. He was an Englishman by birth, but had been to America, Spain, New Zealand, Tasmania, etc.; by his own make out had ever been a man of note, and had played Old Harry everywhere. I allowed him t... | visit, and not for the ugly, useless, bad little pauper come to live upon their bounty. Their welcome did more than all the sermons I had ever heard put together towards thawing a little of the pitiless cynicism which encrusted my heart. “Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,” said grannie, “while I see tha... | My Brilliant Career |
, and on another—great joy!—was _Trilby_. From the adjoining apartment, which was the drawing-room, came the sweet full tones of a beautiful piano. Here were three things for which I had been starving. An impulse to revel in them immediately seized me. I felt like clearing the table at a bound, seizing and beginning to... | No speaker | of these I saw “Corelli”<|quote|>, and on another—great joy!—was _Trilby_. From the adjoining apartment, which was the drawing-room, came the sweet full tones of a beautiful piano. Here were three things for which I had been starving. An impulse to revel in them immediately seized me. I felt like clearing the table at ... | On the back of one of these I saw “Corelli”<|quote|>, and on another—great joy!—was _Trilby_. From the adjoining apartment, which was the drawing-room, came the sweet full tones of a beautiful piano. Here were three things for which I had been starving. An impulse to revel in them immediately seized me. I felt like cle... | well, and the old-fashioned dinner-plates, and the big fire roaring in the broad white fireplace; but more than all, the beautiful pictures on the walls and a table in a corner strewn with papers, magazines, and several very new-looking books. On the back of one of these I saw “Corelli”<|quote|>, and on another—great j... | veranda without any such preliminary as a hall, therefore it was necessary to pass through the dining-room to my bedroom, which was a skillion at the back. While auntie paused for a moment to give some orders to the maid, I noticed the heavy silver serviette rings I remembered so well, and the old-fashioned dinner-plat... | heart. “Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,” said grannie, “while I see that the boy attends to the horses. The plaguey fellow can’t be trusted any further than the length of his nose. I told him to tie up these dogs, and here they are yelp-yelping fit to deafen a person.” I left my wet umbrella on the ve... | you’ve come. It has been a terrible day, but we’re glad to have the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you forgive me for not going to meet you.” And there was my mother’s only sister, my tall graceful aunt, standing beside her, giving... | encouragement. By his accent and innocent style I detected he was not a colonial, so I got him to relate his history. He was an Englishman by birth, but had been to America, Spain, New Zealand, Tasmania, etc.; by his own make out had ever been a man of note, and had played Old Harry everywhere. I allowed him to gabble ... | soul, I had nothing to fear. She folded me in a great warm-hearted hug, saying, “Dear me, child, your face is cold. I’m glad you’ve come. It has been a terrible day, but we’re glad to have the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you for... | My Brilliant Career |
“Oh, aunt Helen! isn’t she lovely? It’s you, isn’t it?” | Sybylla Melvyn | in floating white dinner draperies.<|quote|>“Oh, aunt Helen! isn’t she lovely? It’s you, isn’t it?”</|quote|>“No. Do you not recognize | youth and beauty, and attired in floating white dinner draperies.<|quote|>“Oh, aunt Helen! isn’t she lovely? It’s you, isn’t it?”</|quote|>“No. Do you not recognize it as your mother? It | was to be mine, helped me to doff my cape and hat. While warming my fingers at the fire my eyes were arrested by a beautiful portrait hanging above the mantelpiece. It represented a lovely girl in the prime of youth and beauty, and attired in floating white dinner draperies.<|quote|>“Oh, aunt Helen! isn’t she lovely? I... | read both books, and rushing in to the piano and beginning to play upon it there and then, and examine the pictures—all three things at once. Fortunately for the reputation of my sanity, however, aunt Helen had by this time conducted me to a pretty little bedroom, and saying it was to be mine, helped me to doff my cape... | and the big fire roaring in the broad white fireplace; but more than all, the beautiful pictures on the walls and a table in a corner strewn with papers, magazines, and several very new-looking books. On the back of one of these I saw “Corelli” , and on another—great joy!—was _Trilby_. From the adjoining apartment, whi... | honouring them with a visit, and not for the ugly, useless, bad little pauper come to live upon their bounty. Their welcome did more than all the sermons I had ever heard put together towards thawing a little of the pitiless cynicism which encrusted my heart. “Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,” said gra... | lot: couldn’t get any very low tenders, the ground being so hard on account of the drought. Those trees are Five-Bob Downs—see, away over against the range. But I suppose you know the places better than I do.” We were now within an hour of our destination. How familiar were many landmarks to me, although I had not seen... | the boy attends to the horses. The plaguey fellow can’t be trusted any further than the length of his nose. I told him to tie up these dogs, and here they are yelp-yelping fit to deafen a person.” I left my wet umbrella on the veranda, and aunt Helen led me into the dining-room, where a spruce maid was making a pleasan... | My Brilliant Career |
“No. Do you not recognize it as your mother? It was taken just before her marriage. I must leave you now, but come out as soon as you arrange yourself—your grandmother will be anxious to see you.” | Aunt Helen | lovely? It’s you, isn’t it?”<|quote|>“No. Do you not recognize it as your mother? It was taken just before her marriage. I must leave you now, but come out as soon as you arrange yourself—your grandmother will be anxious to see you.”</|quote|>When aunt Helen left me | “Oh, aunt Helen! isn’t she lovely? It’s you, isn’t it?”<|quote|>“No. Do you not recognize it as your mother? It was taken just before her marriage. I must leave you now, but come out as soon as you arrange yourself—your grandmother will be anxious to see you.”</|quote|>When aunt Helen left me I plastered my hair down | and hat. While warming my fingers at the fire my eyes were arrested by a beautiful portrait hanging above the mantelpiece. It represented a lovely girl in the prime of youth and beauty, and attired in floating white dinner draperies. “Oh, aunt Helen! isn’t she lovely? It’s you, isn’t it?”<|quote|>“No. Do you not recogn... | beginning to play upon it there and then, and examine the pictures—all three things at once. Fortunately for the reputation of my sanity, however, aunt Helen had by this time conducted me to a pretty little bedroom, and saying it was to be mine, helped me to doff my cape and hat. While warming my fingers at the fire my... | but more than all, the beautiful pictures on the walls and a table in a corner strewn with papers, magazines, and several very new-looking books. On the back of one of these I saw “Corelli” , and on another—great joy!—was _Trilby_. From the adjoining apartment, which was the drawing-room, came the sweet full tones of a... | useless, bad little pauper come to live upon their bounty. Their welcome did more than all the sermons I had ever heard put together towards thawing a little of the pitiless cynicism which encrusted my heart. “Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,” said grannie, “while I see that the boy attends to the hors... | so hard on account of the drought. Those trees are Five-Bob Downs—see, away over against the range. But I suppose you know the places better than I do.” We were now within an hour of our destination. How familiar were many landmarks to me, although I had not seen them since I was eight years old. A river ran on our ri... | “Dear me, child, your face is cold. I’m glad you’ve come. It has been a terrible day, but we’re glad to have the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you forgive me for not going to meet you.” And there was my mother’s only sister, my ta... | My Brilliant Career |
When aunt Helen left me I plastered my hair down in an instant without even a glance in the mirror. I took not a particle of interest in my attire, and would go about dressed anyhow. This was one symptom which inclined my mother to the belief of my possible insanity, as to most young girls dress is a great delight. I h... | No speaker | be anxious to see you.”<|quote|>When aunt Helen left me I plastered my hair down in an instant without even a glance in the mirror. I took not a particle of interest in my attire, and would go about dressed anyhow. This was one symptom which inclined my mother to the belief of my possible insanity, as to most young gir... | you arrange yourself—your grandmother will be anxious to see you.”<|quote|>When aunt Helen left me I plastered my hair down in an instant without even a glance in the mirror. I took not a particle of interest in my attire, and would go about dressed anyhow. This was one symptom which inclined my mother to the belief of... | white dinner draperies. “Oh, aunt Helen! isn’t she lovely? It’s you, isn’t it?” “No. Do you not recognize it as your mother? It was taken just before her marriage. I must leave you now, but come out as soon as you arrange yourself—your grandmother will be anxious to see you.”<|quote|>When aunt Helen left me I plastered... | and saying it was to be mine, helped me to doff my cape and hat. While warming my fingers at the fire my eyes were arrested by a beautiful portrait hanging above the mantelpiece. It represented a lovely girl in the prime of youth and beauty, and attired in floating white dinner draperies. “Oh, aunt Helen! isn’t she lov... | on another—great joy!—was _Trilby_. From the adjoining apartment, which was the drawing-room, came the sweet full tones of a beautiful piano. Here were three things for which I had been starving. An impulse to revel in them immediately seized me. I felt like clearing the table at a bound, seizing and beginning to read ... | the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,” said grannie, “while I see that the boy attends to the horses. The plaguey fellow can’t be trusted any further than the length of his nose. I told him to tie up these dogs, and here they are yelp-yelping fit to deafen a person.” I left my wet umbrella on the veranda, and au... | How familiar were many landmarks to me, although I had not seen them since I was eight years old. A river ran on our right, occasionally a glimmer of its noisy waters visible through the shrubbery which profusely lined its banks. The short evening was drawing to a close. The white mists brought by the rain were crawlin... | it was necessary to pass through the dining-room to my bedroom, which was a skillion at the back. While auntie paused for a moment to give some orders to the maid, I noticed the heavy silver serviette rings I remembered so well, and the old-fashioned dinner-plates, and the big fire roaring in the broad white fireplace;... | My Brilliant Career |
“Come here, child, and sit beside me near the fire; but first let me have a look at you,” | Mrs. Bossier | and gave me another hug.<|quote|>“Come here, child, and sit beside me near the fire; but first let me have a look at you,”</|quote|>and she held me at | grannie was waiting for me and gave me another hug.<|quote|>“Come here, child, and sit beside me near the fire; but first let me have a look at you,”</|quote|>and she held me at arm’s length. “Dear, oh, dear, | the possibilities and probabilities of my future. It was for this that my mother had yielded up her youth, freedom, strength; for this she had sacrificed the greatest possession of woman. Here I made my way to the dining-room, where grannie was waiting for me and gave me another hug.<|quote|>“Come here, child, and sit ... | citizen. The woman was work-roughened and temper-soured by endless care and an unavailing struggle against poverty. Could that pair possibly be identical with this? This was life as proved by my parents! What right had I to expect any better yield from it? I shut my eyes and shuddered at the possibilities and probabili... | to another photograph—one of my father—in a silver frame on the dressing-table. This, too, was a fine countenance, possessed of well-cut features and refined expression. This was the prince who had won Lucy Bossier from her home. I looked around my pretty bedroom—it had been my mother’s in the days of her maidenhood. I... | dinner draperies. “Oh, aunt Helen! isn’t she lovely? It’s you, isn’t it?” “No. Do you not recognize it as your mother? It was taken just before her marriage. I must leave you now, but come out as soon as you arrange yourself—your grandmother will be anxious to see you.” When aunt Helen left me I plastered my hair down ... | grand relative honouring them with a visit, and not for the ugly, useless, bad little pauper come to live upon their bounty. Their welcome did more than all the sermons I had ever heard put together towards thawing a little of the pitiless cynicism which encrusted my heart. “Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you... | starving. An impulse to revel in them immediately seized me. I felt like clearing the table at a bound, seizing and beginning to read both books, and rushing in to the piano and beginning to play upon it there and then, and examine the pictures—all three things at once. Fortunately for the reputation of my sanity, howe... | My Brilliant Career |
and she held me at arm’s length. | No speaker | have a look at you,”<|quote|>and she held me at arm’s length.</|quote|>“Dear, oh, dear, what a | fire; but first let me have a look at you,”<|quote|>and she held me at arm’s length.</|quote|>“Dear, oh, dear, what a little thing you are, and | freedom, strength; for this she had sacrificed the greatest possession of woman. Here I made my way to the dining-room, where grannie was waiting for me and gave me another hug. “Come here, child, and sit beside me near the fire; but first let me have a look at you,”<|quote|>and she held me at arm’s length.</|quote|>“D... | possibly be identical with this? This was life as proved by my parents! What right had I to expect any better yield from it? I shut my eyes and shuddered at the possibilities and probabilities of my future. It was for this that my mother had yielded up her youth, freedom, strength; for this she had sacrificed the great... | of well-cut features and refined expression. This was the prince who had won Lucy Bossier from her home. I looked around my pretty bedroom—it had been my mother’s in the days of her maidenhood. In an exclusive city boarding-school, and amid the pleasant surroundings of this home, her youth had been spent. I thought of ... | your mother? It was taken just before her marriage. I must leave you now, but come out as soon as you arrange yourself—your grandmother will be anxious to see you.” When aunt Helen left me I plastered my hair down in an instant without even a glance in the mirror. I took not a particle of interest in my attire, and wou... | upon their bounty. Their welcome did more than all the sermons I had ever heard put together towards thawing a little of the pitiless cynicism which encrusted my heart. “Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,” said grannie, “while I see that the boy attends to the horses. The plaguey fellow can’t be trusted ... | by dressing prettily, but, by my own judgment, considering I looked as ugly as ever, I had given it up as a bad job. The time which I should have spent in arranging my toilet passed in gazing at my mother’s portrait. It was one of the loveliest faces imaginable. The features may not have been perfect according to rule ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Dear, oh, dear, what a little thing you are, and not a bit like any of your relations! I am glad your skin is so nice and clear; all my children had beautiful complexions. Goodness me, I never saw such hair! A plait thicker than my arm and almost to your knees! It is that beautiful bright brown like your aunt’s. Your ... | Mrs. Bossier | held me at arm’s length.<|quote|>“Dear, oh, dear, what a little thing you are, and not a bit like any of your relations! I am glad your skin is so nice and clear; all my children had beautiful complexions. Goodness me, I never saw such hair! A plait thicker than my arm and almost to your knees! It is that beautiful bri... | look at you,” and she held me at arm’s length.<|quote|>“Dear, oh, dear, what a little thing you are, and not a bit like any of your relations! I am glad your skin is so nice and clear; all my children had beautiful complexions. Goodness me, I never saw such hair! A plait thicker than my arm and almost to your knees! It... | the greatest possession of woman. Here I made my way to the dining-room, where grannie was waiting for me and gave me another hug. “Come here, child, and sit beside me near the fire; but first let me have a look at you,” and she held me at arm’s length.<|quote|>“Dear, oh, dear, what a little thing you are, and not a bi... | life as proved by my parents! What right had I to expect any better yield from it? I shut my eyes and shuddered at the possibilities and probabilities of my future. It was for this that my mother had yielded up her youth, freedom, strength; for this she had sacrificed the greatest possession of woman. Here I made my wa... | was the prince who had won Lucy Bossier from her home. I looked around my pretty bedroom—it had been my mother’s in the days of her maidenhood. In an exclusive city boarding-school, and amid the pleasant surroundings of this home, her youth had been spent. I thought of a man and his wife at Possum Gully. The man was bl... | her marriage. I must leave you now, but come out as soon as you arrange yourself—your grandmother will be anxious to see you.” When aunt Helen left me I plastered my hair down in an instant without even a glance in the mirror. I took not a particle of interest in my attire, and would go about dressed anyhow. This was o... | than all the sermons I had ever heard put together towards thawing a little of the pitiless cynicism which encrusted my heart. “Take the child inside, Helen, as fast as you can,” said grannie, “while I see that the boy attends to the horses. The plaguey fellow can’t be trusted any further than the length of his nose. I... | my possible insanity, as to most young girls dress is a great delight. I had tried once or twice to make myself look nice by dressing prettily, but, by my own judgment, considering I looked as ugly as ever, I had given it up as a bad job. The time which I should have spent in arranging my toilet passed in gazing at my ... | My Brilliant Career |
The maid announced that dinner was ready, grannie vigorously rang a little bell, aunt Helen, a lady, and a gentleman appeared from the drawing-room, and Mr Hawden came in from the back. I discovered that the lady and gentleman were a neighbouring squatter and a new governess he was taking home. Grannie, seeing them pas... | No speaker | a beautiful head of hair.”<|quote|>The maid announced that dinner was ready, grannie vigorously rang a little bell, aunt Helen, a lady, and a gentleman appeared from the drawing-room, and Mr Hawden came in from the back. I discovered that the lady and gentleman were a neighbouring squatter and a new governess he was ta... | I admire so much as a beautiful head of hair.”<|quote|>The maid announced that dinner was ready, grannie vigorously rang a little bell, aunt Helen, a lady, and a gentleman appeared from the drawing-room, and Mr Hawden came in from the back. I discovered that the lady and gentleman were a neighbouring squatter and a new... | hair! A plait thicker than my arm and almost to your knees! It is that beautiful bright brown like your aunt’s. Your mother’s was flaxen. I must see your hair loose when you are going to bed. There is nothing I admire so much as a beautiful head of hair.”<|quote|>The maid announced that dinner was ready, grannie vigoro... | look at you,” and she held me at arm’s length. “Dear, oh, dear, what a little thing you are, and not a bit like any of your relations! I am glad your skin is so nice and clear; all my children had beautiful complexions. Goodness me, I never saw such hair! A plait thicker than my arm and almost to your knees! It is that... | Could that pair possibly be identical with this? This was life as proved by my parents! What right had I to expect any better yield from it? I shut my eyes and shuddered at the possibilities and probabilities of my future. It was for this that my mother had yielded up her youth, freedom, strength; for this she had sacr... | to make myself look nice by dressing prettily, but, by my own judgment, considering I looked as ugly as ever, I had given it up as a bad job. The time which I should have spent in arranging my toilet passed in gazing at my mother’s portrait. It was one of the loveliest faces imaginable. The features may not have been p... | the dining-room, where a spruce maid was making a pleasant clatter in laying the table. Caddagat was a very old style of house, and all the front rooms opened onto the veranda without any such preliminary as a hall, therefore it was necessary to pass through the dining-room to my bedroom, which was a skillion at the ba... | I must leave you now, but come out as soon as you arrange yourself—your grandmother will be anxious to see you.” When aunt Helen left me I plastered my hair down in an instant without even a glance in the mirror. I took not a particle of interest in my attire, and would go about dressed anyhow. This was one symptom whi... | My Brilliant Career |
“It is to be hoped, Sybylla, that your behaviour to your grandmother will be an improvement upon what it has ever been to me.” | Lucy Melvyn | me very coldly, saying shortly,<|quote|>“It is to be hoped, Sybylla, that your behaviour to your grandmother will be an improvement upon what it has ever been to me.”</|quote|>Gertie was the only one | only; my mother had kissed me very coldly, saying shortly,<|quote|>“It is to be hoped, Sybylla, that your behaviour to your grandmother will be an improvement upon what it has ever been to me.”</|quote|>Gertie was the only one who had felt any sorrow | lamp and sat thinking in the glow of the firelight. For the first time my thoughts reverted to my leave-taking from home. My father had kissed me with no more warmth than if I had been leaving for a day only; my mother had kissed me very coldly, saying shortly,<|quote|>“It is to be hoped, Sybylla, that your behaviour t... | She pronounced it beautifully fine, silky, and wavy, and the most wonderful head of hair she had seen out of a picture. A noise arose somewhere out in the back premises. Grannie went out to ascertain the cause of it and did not return to me, so I extinguished my lamp and sat thinking in the glow of the firelight. For t... | the drawing-room. I was enjoying it immensely, but grannie thought I had better go to bed, as I had been travelling since about midnight last night. I was neither tired nor sleepy, but knew it useless to protest, so bade every one good night and marched off. Mr Hawden acknowledged my salute with great airs and stiffnes... | have a look at you,” and she held me at arm’s length. “Dear, oh, dear, what a little thing you are, and not a bit like any of your relations! I am glad your skin is so nice and clear; all my children had beautiful complexions. Goodness me, I never saw such hair! A plait thicker than my arm and almost to your knees! It ... | you not recognize it as your mother? It was taken just before her marriage. I must leave you now, but come out as soon as you arrange yourself—your grandmother will be anxious to see you.” When aunt Helen left me I plastered my hair down in an instant without even a glance in the mirror. I took not a particle of intere... | arm’s length. “Dear, oh, dear, what a little thing you are, and not a bit like any of your relations! I am glad your skin is so nice and clear; all my children had beautiful complexions. Goodness me, I never saw such hair! A plait thicker than my arm and almost to your knees! It is that beautiful bright brown like your... | My Brilliant Career |
Gertie was the only one who had felt any sorrow at parting with me, and I knew that she was of such a disposition that I would be forgotten in a day or two. They would never miss me, for I had no place in their affections. True, I was an undutiful child, and deserved none. I possessed no qualities that would win either... | No speaker | has ever been to me.”<|quote|>Gertie was the only one who had felt any sorrow at parting with me, and I knew that she was of such a disposition that I would be forgotten in a day or two. They would never miss me, for I had no place in their affections. True, I was an undutiful child, and deserved none. I possessed no q... | an improvement upon what it has ever been to me.”<|quote|>Gertie was the only one who had felt any sorrow at parting with me, and I knew that she was of such a disposition that I would be forgotten in a day or two. They would never miss me, for I had no place in their affections. True, I was an undutiful child, and des... | had kissed me with no more warmth than if I had been leaving for a day only; my mother had kissed me very coldly, saying shortly, “It is to be hoped, Sybylla, that your behaviour to your grandmother will be an improvement upon what it has ever been to me.”<|quote|>Gertie was the only one who had felt any sorrow at part... | arose somewhere out in the back premises. Grannie went out to ascertain the cause of it and did not return to me, so I extinguished my lamp and sat thinking in the glow of the firelight. For the first time my thoughts reverted to my leave-taking from home. My father had kissed me with no more warmth than if I had been ... | last night. I was neither tired nor sleepy, but knew it useless to protest, so bade every one good night and marched off. Mr Hawden acknowledged my salute with great airs and stiffness, and aunt Helen whispered that she would come and see me by and by, if I was awake. Grannie escorted me to my room, and examined my hai... | bit like any of your relations! I am glad your skin is so nice and clear; all my children had beautiful complexions. Goodness me, I never saw such hair! A plait thicker than my arm and almost to your knees! It is that beautiful bright brown like your aunt’s. Your mother’s was flaxen. I must see your hair loose when you... | as you arrange yourself—your grandmother will be anxious to see you.” When aunt Helen left me I plastered my hair down in an instant without even a glance in the mirror. I took not a particle of interest in my attire, and would go about dressed anyhow. This was one symptom which inclined my mother to the belief of my p... | pretty bedroom—it had been my mother’s in the days of her maidenhood. In an exclusive city boarding-school, and amid the pleasant surroundings of this home, her youth had been spent. I thought of a man and his wife at Possum Gully. The man was blear-eyed, disreputable in appearance, and failed to fulfil his duties as a... | My Brilliant Career |
“Dear me, Sybylla, not in bed yet, and tears, great big tears! Tell me what is the cause of them.” | Aunt Helen | CHAPTER NINE Aunt Helen’s Recipe<|quote|>“Dear me, Sybylla, not in bed yet, and tears, great big tears! Tell me what is the cause of them.”</|quote|>It was aunt Helen’s voice; | a place in the world? CHAPTER NINE Aunt Helen’s Recipe<|quote|>“Dear me, Sybylla, not in bed yet, and tears, great big tears! Tell me what is the cause of them.”</|quote|>It was aunt Helen’s voice; she had entered and lit | would they not love me a little in return! Certainly I had never striven to be lovable. But see the love some have lavished upon them without striving for it! Why was I ugly and nasty and miserable and useless—without a place in the world? CHAPTER NINE Aunt Helen’s Recipe<|quote|>“Dear me, Sybylla, not in bed yet, and ... | a blank? I feared not. I thought of poor mother left toiling at home, and my heart grew heavy; I failed to remember my father’s faults, but thought of his great patience with me in the years agone, and all my old-time love for him renewed itself. Why, oh, why, would they not love me a little in return! Certainly I had ... | only one who had felt any sorrow at parting with me, and I knew that she was of such a disposition that I would be forgotten in a day or two. They would never miss me, for I had no place in their affections. True, I was an undutiful child, and deserved none. I possessed no qualities that would win either their pride or... | was neither tired nor sleepy, but knew it useless to protest, so bade every one good night and marched off. Mr Hawden acknowledged my salute with great airs and stiffness, and aunt Helen whispered that she would come and see me by and by, if I was awake. Grannie escorted me to my room, and examined my hair. I shook it ... | pretty bedroom—it had been my mother’s in the days of her maidenhood. In an exclusive city boarding-school, and amid the pleasant surroundings of this home, her youth had been spent. I thought of a man and his wife at Possum Gully. The man was blear-eyed, disreputable in appearance, and failed to fulfil his duties as a... | picture. A noise arose somewhere out in the back premises. Grannie went out to ascertain the cause of it and did not return to me, so I extinguished my lamp and sat thinking in the glow of the firelight. For the first time my thoughts reverted to my leave-taking from home. My father had kissed me with no more warmth th... | My Brilliant Career |
It was aunt Helen’s voice; she had entered and lit the lamp. There was something beautifully sincere and real about aunt Helen. She never fussed over any one or pretended to sympathize just to make out how nice she was. She was real, and you felt that no matter what wild or awful rubbish you talked to her it would nev... | No speaker | is the cause of them.”<|quote|>It was aunt Helen’s voice; she had entered and lit the lamp. There was something beautifully sincere and real about aunt Helen. She never fussed over any one or pretended to sympathize just to make out how nice she was. She was real, and you felt that no matter what wild or awful rubbish... | big tears! Tell me what is the cause of them.”<|quote|>It was aunt Helen’s voice; she had entered and lit the lamp. There was something beautifully sincere and real about aunt Helen. She never fussed over any one or pretended to sympathize just to make out how nice she was. She was real, and you felt that no matter wh... | love some have lavished upon them without striving for it! Why was I ugly and nasty and miserable and useless—without a place in the world? CHAPTER NINE Aunt Helen’s Recipe “Dear me, Sybylla, not in bed yet, and tears, great big tears! Tell me what is the cause of them.”<|quote|>It was aunt Helen’s voice; she had enter... | failed to remember my father’s faults, but thought of his great patience with me in the years agone, and all my old-time love for him renewed itself. Why, oh, why, would they not love me a little in return! Certainly I had never striven to be lovable. But see the love some have lavished upon them without striving for i... | disposition that I would be forgotten in a day or two. They would never miss me, for I had no place in their affections. True, I was an undutiful child, and deserved none. I possessed no qualities that would win either their pride or love, but my heart cried out in love for them. Would Gertie miss me tonight, as I woul... | Mr Hawden acknowledged my salute with great airs and stiffness, and aunt Helen whispered that she would come and see me by and by, if I was awake. Grannie escorted me to my room, and examined my hair. I shook it out for her inspection. It met with her approval in every way. She pronounced it beautifully fine, silky, an... | pleasant surroundings of this home, her youth had been spent. I thought of a man and his wife at Possum Gully. The man was blear-eyed, disreputable in appearance, and failed to fulfil his duties as a father and a citizen. The woman was work-roughened and temper-soured by endless care and an unavailing struggle against ... | I shook it out for her inspection. It met with her approval in every way. She pronounced it beautifully fine, silky, and wavy, and the most wonderful head of hair she had seen out of a picture. A noise arose somewhere out in the back premises. Grannie went out to ascertain the cause of it and did not return to me, so I... | My Brilliant Career |
“When you are fit to listen I will talk to you.” | Aunt Helen | end and then said quietly,<|quote|>“When you are fit to listen I will talk to you.”</|quote|>I controlled myself instantly and | She heard me to the end and then said quietly,<|quote|>“When you are fit to listen I will talk to you.”</|quote|>I controlled myself instantly and waited expectantly. What would she | impulsively threw my arms around her neck and sobbed forth my troubles in a string. How there was no good in the world, no use for me there, no one loved me or ever could on account of my hideousness. She heard me to the end and then said quietly,<|quote|>“When you are fit to listen I will talk to you.”</|quote|>I cont... | to sympathize just to make out how nice she was. She was real, and you felt that no matter what wild or awful rubbish you talked to her it would never be retailed for any one’s amusement—and, better than all, she never lectured. She sat down beside me, and I impulsively threw my arms around her neck and sobbed forth my... | would they not love me a little in return! Certainly I had never striven to be lovable. But see the love some have lavished upon them without striving for it! Why was I ugly and nasty and miserable and useless—without a place in the world? CHAPTER NINE Aunt Helen’s Recipe “Dear me, Sybylla, not in bed yet, and tears, g... | with no more warmth than if I had been leaving for a day only; my mother had kissed me very coldly, saying shortly, “It is to be hoped, Sybylla, that your behaviour to your grandmother will be an improvement upon what it has ever been to me.” Gertie was the only one who had felt any sorrow at parting with me, and I kne... | was waiting for me and gave me another hug. “Come here, child, and sit beside me near the fire; but first let me have a look at you,” and she held me at arm’s length. “Dear, oh, dear, what a little thing you are, and not a bit like any of your relations! I am glad your skin is so nice and clear; all my children had bea... | home, and my heart grew heavy; I failed to remember my father’s faults, but thought of his great patience with me in the years agone, and all my old-time love for him renewed itself. Why, oh, why, would they not love me a little in return! Certainly I had never striven to be lovable. But see the love some have lavished... | My Brilliant Career |
I controlled myself instantly and waited expectantly. What would she say? Surely not that tame old yarn anent this world being merely a place of probation, wherein we were allowed time to fit ourselves for a beautiful world to come. That old tune may be all very well for old codgers tottering on the brink of the grave,... | No speaker | I will talk to you.”<|quote|>I controlled myself instantly and waited expectantly. What would she say? Surely not that tame old yarn anent this world being merely a place of probation, wherein we were allowed time to fit ourselves for a beautiful world to come. That old tune may be all very well for old codgers totteri... | you are fit to listen I will talk to you.”<|quote|>I controlled myself instantly and waited expectantly. What would she say? Surely not that tame old yarn anent this world being merely a place of probation, wherein we were allowed time to fit ourselves for a beautiful world to come. That old tune may be all very well f... | troubles in a string. How there was no good in the world, no use for me there, no one loved me or ever could on account of my hideousness. She heard me to the end and then said quietly, “When you are fit to listen I will talk to you.”<|quote|>I controlled myself instantly and waited expectantly. What would she say? Sur... | was real, and you felt that no matter what wild or awful rubbish you talked to her it would never be retailed for any one’s amusement—and, better than all, she never lectured. She sat down beside me, and I impulsively threw my arms around her neck and sobbed forth my troubles in a string. How there was no good in the w... | had never striven to be lovable. But see the love some have lavished upon them without striving for it! Why was I ugly and nasty and miserable and useless—without a place in the world? CHAPTER NINE Aunt Helen’s Recipe “Dear me, Sybylla, not in bed yet, and tears, great big tears! Tell me what is the cause of them.” It ... | a day only; my mother had kissed me very coldly, saying shortly, “It is to be hoped, Sybylla, that your behaviour to your grandmother will be an improvement upon what it has ever been to me.” Gertie was the only one who had felt any sorrow at parting with me, and I knew that she was of such a disposition that I would b... | child, and sit beside me near the fire; but first let me have a look at you,” and she held me at arm’s length. “Dear, oh, dear, what a little thing you are, and not a bit like any of your relations! I am glad your skin is so nice and clear; all my children had beautiful complexions. Goodness me, I never saw such hair! ... | a disposition that I would be forgotten in a day or two. They would never miss me, for I had no place in their affections. True, I was an undutiful child, and deserved none. I possessed no qualities that would win either their pride or love, but my heart cried out in love for them. Would Gertie miss me tonight, as I wo... | My Brilliant Career |
“I understand you, Sybylla,” | Aunt Helen | and my selfish conceited egotism.<|quote|>“I understand you, Sybylla,”</|quote|>she said slowly and distinctly, | made me ashamed of myself and my selfish conceited egotism.<|quote|>“I understand you, Sybylla,”</|quote|>she said slowly and distinctly, “but you must not be | sure there is not an ugly person in the world who thinks her lack of beauty a blessing to her. I need not have feared aunt Helen holding forth in that strain. She always said something brave and comforting which made me ashamed of myself and my selfish conceited egotism.<|quote|>“I understand you, Sybylla,”</|quote|>sh... | to moan about my appearance? it being one of the greatest blessings I had, as it would save me from countless temptations to which pretty girls are born. That was another piece of old croaking of the job’s comforter order, of which I was sick unto death, as I am sure there is not an ugly person in the world who thinks ... | “When you are fit to listen I will talk to you.” I controlled myself instantly and waited expectantly. What would she say? Surely not that tame old yarn anent this world being merely a place of probation, wherein we were allowed time to fit ourselves for a beautiful world to come. That old tune may be all very well for... | would they not love me a little in return! Certainly I had never striven to be lovable. But see the love some have lavished upon them without striving for it! Why was I ugly and nasty and miserable and useless—without a place in the world? CHAPTER NINE Aunt Helen’s Recipe “Dear me, Sybylla, not in bed yet, and tears, g... | took no notice of me now, but showed off to the others for my benefit. After dinner we had music and singing in the drawing-room. I was enjoying it immensely, but grannie thought I had better go to bed, as I had been travelling since about midnight last night. I was neither tired nor sleepy, but knew it useless to prot... | that your behaviour to your grandmother will be an improvement upon what it has ever been to me.” Gertie was the only one who had felt any sorrow at parting with me, and I knew that she was of such a disposition that I would be forgotten in a day or two. They would never miss me, for I had no place in their affections.... | My Brilliant Career |
she said slowly and distinctly, | No speaker | egotism. “I understand you, Sybylla,”<|quote|>she said slowly and distinctly,</|quote|>“but you must not be | myself and my selfish conceited egotism. “I understand you, Sybylla,”<|quote|>she said slowly and distinctly,</|quote|>“but you must not be a coward. There is any | an ugly person in the world who thinks her lack of beauty a blessing to her. I need not have feared aunt Helen holding forth in that strain. She always said something brave and comforting which made me ashamed of myself and my selfish conceited egotism. “I understand you, Sybylla,”<|quote|>she said slowly and distinctl... | appearance? it being one of the greatest blessings I had, as it would save me from countless temptations to which pretty girls are born. That was another piece of old croaking of the job’s comforter order, of which I was sick unto death, as I am sure there is not an ugly person in the world who thinks her lack of beaut... | to listen I will talk to you.” I controlled myself instantly and waited expectantly. What would she say? Surely not that tame old yarn anent this world being merely a place of probation, wherein we were allowed time to fit ourselves for a beautiful world to come. That old tune may be all very well for old codgers totte... | me a little in return! Certainly I had never striven to be lovable. But see the love some have lavished upon them without striving for it! Why was I ugly and nasty and miserable and useless—without a place in the world? CHAPTER NINE Aunt Helen’s Recipe “Dear me, Sybylla, not in bed yet, and tears, great big tears! Tell... | me now, but showed off to the others for my benefit. After dinner we had music and singing in the drawing-room. I was enjoying it immensely, but grannie thought I had better go to bed, as I had been travelling since about midnight last night. I was neither tired nor sleepy, but knew it useless to protest, so bade every... | her had our positions been reversed? Not she. Would my absence from the noisy tea-table cause a blank? I feared not. I thought of poor mother left toiling at home, and my heart grew heavy; I failed to remember my father’s faults, but thought of his great patience with me in the years agone, and all my old-time love for... | My Brilliant Career |
“but you must not be a coward. There is any amount of love and good in the world, but you must search for it. Being misunderstood is one of the trials we all must bear. I think that even the most common-minded person in the land has inner thoughts and feelings which no one can share with him, and the higher one’s organ... | Aunt Helen | she said slowly and distinctly,<|quote|>“but you must not be a coward. There is any amount of love and good in the world, but you must search for it. Being misunderstood is one of the trials we all must bear. I think that even the most common-minded person in the land has inner thoughts and feelings which no one can sh... | egotism. “I understand you, Sybylla,” she said slowly and distinctly,<|quote|>“but you must not be a coward. There is any amount of love and good in the world, but you must search for it. Being misunderstood is one of the trials we all must bear. I think that even the most common-minded person in the land has inner tho... | world who thinks her lack of beauty a blessing to her. I need not have feared aunt Helen holding forth in that strain. She always said something brave and comforting which made me ashamed of myself and my selfish conceited egotism. “I understand you, Sybylla,” she said slowly and distinctly,<|quote|>“but you must not b... | the greatest blessings I had, as it would save me from countless temptations to which pretty girls are born. That was another piece of old croaking of the job’s comforter order, of which I was sick unto death, as I am sure there is not an ugly person in the world who thinks her lack of beauty a blessing to her. I need ... | to you.” I controlled myself instantly and waited expectantly. What would she say? Surely not that tame old yarn anent this world being merely a place of probation, wherein we were allowed time to fit ourselves for a beautiful world to come. That old tune may be all very well for old codgers tottering on the brink of t... | Certainly I had never striven to be lovable. But see the love some have lavished upon them without striving for it! Why was I ugly and nasty and miserable and useless—without a place in the world? CHAPTER NINE Aunt Helen’s Recipe “Dear me, Sybylla, not in bed yet, and tears, great big tears! Tell me what is the cause o... | to the others for my benefit. After dinner we had music and singing in the drawing-room. I was enjoying it immensely, but grannie thought I had better go to bed, as I had been travelling since about midnight last night. I was neither tired nor sleepy, but knew it useless to protest, so bade every one good night and mar... | was of such a disposition that I would be forgotten in a day or two. They would never miss me, for I had no place in their affections. True, I was an undutiful child, and deserved none. I possessed no qualities that would win either their pride or love, but my heart cried out in love for them. Would Gertie miss me toni... | My Brilliant Career |
She turned her face away, sighed, and forgetful of my presence lapsed into silence. I knew she was thinking of herself. Love, not _friendship_ love, for anyone knowing her must give her love and respect, but the other sort of love had passed her by. Twelve years before I went to Caddagat, when Helen Bossier had been ... | No speaker | with faces of plainer mould.”<|quote|>She turned her face away, sighed, and forgetful of my presence lapsed into silence. I knew she was thinking of herself. Love, not _friendship_ love, for anyone knowing her must give her love and respect, but the other sort of love had passed her by. Twelve years before I went to ... | with well-chiselled features as those with faces of plainer mould.”<|quote|>She turned her face away, sighed, and forgetful of my presence lapsed into silence. I knew she was thinking of herself. Love, not _friendship_ love, for anyone knowing her must give her love and respect, but the other sort of love had passed h... | I will not tell you not to think of it, knowing that it is human nature to demand it when arriving at a certain age; but take this comfort: it as frequently passes by on the other side of those with well-chiselled features as those with faces of plainer mould.”<|quote|>She turned her face away, sighed, and forgetful of... | be worse than a person with the emptiest of characters. You will find that plain looks will not prevent you from gaining the _friendship_ love of your fellows—the only real love there is. As for the hot fleeting passion of the man for the maid, which is wrongfully designated love, I will not tell you not to think of it... | even the most common-minded person in the land has inner thoughts and feelings which no one can share with him, and the higher one’s organization the more one must suffer in that respect. I am acquainted with a great number of young girls, some of them good and true, but you have a character containing more than any th... | beautiful world to come. That old tune may be all very well for old codgers tottering on the brink of the grave, but to young persons with youth and romance and good health surging through their veins, it is most boresome. Would she preach that it was flying in the face of providence to moan about my appearance? it bei... | Gertie was the only one who had felt any sorrow at parting with me, and I knew that she was of such a disposition that I would be forgotten in a day or two. They would never miss me, for I had no place in their affections. True, I was an undutiful child, and deserved none. I possessed no qualities that would win either... | would she say? Surely not that tame old yarn anent this world being merely a place of probation, wherein we were allowed time to fit ourselves for a beautiful world to come. That old tune may be all very well for old codgers tottering on the brink of the grave, but to young persons with youth and romance and good healt... | My Brilliant Career |
“Come, Sybylla,” | Aunt Helen | women I have ever met.<|quote|>“Come, Sybylla,”</|quote|>she said, starting up brightly, | most estimably lovable and noble women I have ever met.<|quote|>“Come, Sybylla,”</|quote|>she said, starting up brightly, “I have a plan—will you | her life was wrecked. She had been humiliated and outraged in the cruellest way by the man whom she loved and trusted. He had turned her adrift, neither a wife, widow, nor maid, and here she was, one of the most estimably lovable and noble women I have ever met.<|quote|>“Come, Sybylla,”</|quote|>she said, starting up b... | obtained. When a woman is separated from her husband it is the religion of the world at large to cast the whole blame on the wife. By reason of her youth and purity Mrs Bell had not as much to suffer in this way as some others. But, comparatively speaking, her life was wrecked. She had been humiliated and outraged in t... | He married aunt Helen and took her to some part of America where his regiment was stationed. I have heard them say she worshipped Colonel Bell, but in less than a twelvemonth he tired of his lovely bride, and becoming enamoured of another woman, he tried to obtain a divorce. On account of his wife’s spotless character ... | will be worse than a person with the emptiest of characters. You will find that plain looks will not prevent you from gaining the _friendship_ love of your fellows—the only real love there is. As for the hot fleeting passion of the man for the maid, which is wrongfully designated love, I will not tell you not to think ... | beside me, and I impulsively threw my arms around her neck and sobbed forth my troubles in a string. How there was no good in the world, no use for me there, no one loved me or ever could on account of my hideousness. She heard me to the end and then said quietly, “When you are fit to listen I will talk to you.” I cont... | one’s organization the more one must suffer in that respect. I am acquainted with a great number of young girls, some of them good and true, but you have a character containing more than any three of them put together. With this power, if properly managed, you can gain the almost universal love of your fellows. But you... | My Brilliant Career |
she said, starting up brightly, | No speaker | have ever met. “Come, Sybylla,”<|quote|>she said, starting up brightly,</|quote|>“I have a plan—will you | lovable and noble women I have ever met. “Come, Sybylla,”<|quote|>she said, starting up brightly,</|quote|>“I have a plan—will you agree to it? Come and | was wrecked. She had been humiliated and outraged in the cruellest way by the man whom she loved and trusted. He had turned her adrift, neither a wife, widow, nor maid, and here she was, one of the most estimably lovable and noble women I have ever met. “Come, Sybylla,”<|quote|>she said, starting up brightly,</|quote|>... | a woman is separated from her husband it is the religion of the world at large to cast the whole blame on the wife. By reason of her youth and purity Mrs Bell had not as much to suffer in this way as some others. But, comparatively speaking, her life was wrecked. She had been humiliated and outraged in the cruellest wa... | aunt Helen and took her to some part of America where his regiment was stationed. I have heard them say she worshipped Colonel Bell, but in less than a twelvemonth he tired of his lovely bride, and becoming enamoured of another woman, he tried to obtain a divorce. On account of his wife’s spotless character he was unab... | worse than a person with the emptiest of characters. You will find that plain looks will not prevent you from gaining the _friendship_ love of your fellows—the only real love there is. As for the hot fleeting passion of the man for the maid, which is wrongfully designated love, I will not tell you not to think of it, k... | and I impulsively threw my arms around her neck and sobbed forth my troubles in a string. How there was no good in the world, no use for me there, no one loved me or ever could on account of my hideousness. She heard me to the end and then said quietly, “When you are fit to listen I will talk to you.” I controlled myse... | love there is. As for the hot fleeting passion of the man for the maid, which is wrongfully designated love, I will not tell you not to think of it, knowing that it is human nature to demand it when arriving at a certain age; but take this comfort: it as frequently passes by on the other side of those with well-chisell... | My Brilliant Career |
“I have a plan—will you agree to it? Come and take one good long look at yourself in the glass, then I will turn it to the wall, and you must promise me that for three or four weeks you will not look in a mirror. I will put as many as I can out of your way, and you must avoid the remainder. During this time I will take... | Aunt Helen | she said, starting up brightly,<|quote|>“I have a plan—will you agree to it? Come and take one good long look at yourself in the glass, then I will turn it to the wall, and you must promise me that for three or four weeks you will not look in a mirror. I will put as many as I can out of your way, and you must avoid the... | have ever met. “Come, Sybylla,” she said, starting up brightly,<|quote|>“I have a plan—will you agree to it? Come and take one good long look at yourself in the glass, then I will turn it to the wall, and you must promise me that for three or four weeks you will not look in a mirror. I will put as many as I can out of ... | humiliated and outraged in the cruellest way by the man whom she loved and trusted. He had turned her adrift, neither a wife, widow, nor maid, and here she was, one of the most estimably lovable and noble women I have ever met. “Come, Sybylla,” she said, starting up brightly,<|quote|>“I have a plan—will you agree to it... | her husband it is the religion of the world at large to cast the whole blame on the wife. By reason of her youth and purity Mrs Bell had not as much to suffer in this way as some others. But, comparatively speaking, her life was wrecked. She had been humiliated and outraged in the cruellest way by the man whom she love... | to some part of America where his regiment was stationed. I have heard them say she worshipped Colonel Bell, but in less than a twelvemonth he tired of his lovely bride, and becoming enamoured of another woman, he tried to obtain a divorce. On account of his wife’s spotless character he was unable to do this; he theref... | the emptiest of characters. You will find that plain looks will not prevent you from gaining the _friendship_ love of your fellows—the only real love there is. As for the hot fleeting passion of the man for the maid, which is wrongfully designated love, I will not tell you not to think of it, knowing that it is human n... | arms around her neck and sobbed forth my troubles in a string. How there was no good in the world, no use for me there, no one loved me or ever could on account of my hideousness. She heard me to the end and then said quietly, “When you are fit to listen I will talk to you.” I controlled myself instantly and waited exp... | must not be a coward. There is any amount of love and good in the world, but you must search for it. Being misunderstood is one of the trials we all must bear. I think that even the most common-minded person in the land has inner thoughts and feelings which no one can share with him, and the higher one’s organization t... | My Brilliant Career |
Of course I agreed. I took a long and critical survey of myself in the glass. There was reflected a pair of hands, red and coarsened with rough work, a round face, shiny and swollen with crying, and a small round figure enshrouded in masses of hair falling in thick waves to within an inch or two of the knees. A very ug... | No speaker | I will make of you.”<|quote|>Of course I agreed. I took a long and critical survey of myself in the glass. There was reflected a pair of hands, red and coarsened with rough work, a round face, shiny and swollen with crying, and a small round figure enshrouded in masses of hair falling in thick waves to within an inch o... | what a nice-looking little girl I will make of you.”<|quote|>Of course I agreed. I took a long and critical survey of myself in the glass. There was reflected a pair of hands, red and coarsened with rough work, a round face, shiny and swollen with crying, and a small round figure enshrouded in masses of hair falling in... | will put as many as I can out of your way, and you must avoid the remainder. During this time I will take you in hand, and you must follow my directions implicitly. Will you agree? You will be surprised what a nice-looking little girl I will make of you.”<|quote|>Of course I agreed. I took a long and critical survey of... | starting up brightly, “I have a plan—will you agree to it? Come and take one good long look at yourself in the glass, then I will turn it to the wall, and you must promise me that for three or four weeks you will not look in a mirror. I will put as many as I can out of your way, and you must avoid the remainder. During... | is separated from her husband it is the religion of the world at large to cast the whole blame on the wife. By reason of her youth and purity Mrs Bell had not as much to suffer in this way as some others. But, comparatively speaking, her life was wrecked. She had been humiliated and outraged in the cruellest way by the... | face away, sighed, and forgetful of my presence lapsed into silence. I knew she was thinking of herself. Love, not _friendship_ love, for anyone knowing her must give her love and respect, but the other sort of love had passed her by. Twelve years before I went to Caddagat, when Helen Bossier had been eighteen and one ... | come. That old tune may be all very well for old codgers tottering on the brink of the grave, but to young persons with youth and romance and good health surging through their veins, it is most boresome. Would she preach that it was flying in the face of providence to moan about my appearance? it being one of the great... | worshipped Colonel Bell, but in less than a twelvemonth he tired of his lovely bride, and becoming enamoured of another woman, he tried to obtain a divorce. On account of his wife’s spotless character he was unable to do this; he therefore deserted her and openly lived with the other woman as his mistress. This forced ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Come now, part of my recipe is that you must not think of yourself at all. I’ll take you in hand in the morning. I hope you will like your room; I have arranged it on purpose to suit you. And now good night, and happy dreams.” | Aunt Helen | you must be a magician.”<|quote|>“Come now, part of my recipe is that you must not think of yourself at all. I’ll take you in hand in the morning. I hope you will like your room; I have arranged it on purpose to suit you. And now good night, and happy dreams.”</|quote|>I awoke next morning in | make me only middling ugly, you must be a magician.”<|quote|>“Come now, part of my recipe is that you must not think of yourself at all. I’ll take you in hand in the morning. I hope you will like your room; I have arranged it on purpose to suit you. And now good night, and happy dreams.”</|quote|>I awoke next morning i... | of hair falling in thick waves to within an inch or two of the knees. A very ugly spectacle, I thought. Aunt Helen turned the face of the large mirror flat against the wall, while I remarked despondently, “you can make me only middling ugly, you must be a magician.”<|quote|>“Come now, part of my recipe is that you must... | I will make of you.” Of course I agreed. I took a long and critical survey of myself in the glass. There was reflected a pair of hands, red and coarsened with rough work, a round face, shiny and swollen with crying, and a small round figure enshrouded in masses of hair falling in thick waves to within an inch or two of... | met. “Come, Sybylla,” she said, starting up brightly, “I have a plan—will you agree to it? Come and take one good long look at yourself in the glass, then I will turn it to the wall, and you must promise me that for three or four weeks you will not look in a mirror. I will put as many as I can out of your way, and you ... | health. He married aunt Helen and took her to some part of America where his regiment was stationed. I have heard them say she worshipped Colonel Bell, but in less than a twelvemonth he tired of his lovely bride, and becoming enamoured of another woman, he tried to obtain a divorce. On account of his wife’s spotless ch... | unto death, as I am sure there is not an ugly person in the world who thinks her lack of beauty a blessing to her. I need not have feared aunt Helen holding forth in that strain. She always said something brave and comforting which made me ashamed of myself and my selfish conceited egotism. “I understand you, Sybylla,”... | I will not tell you not to think of it, knowing that it is human nature to demand it when arriving at a certain age; but take this comfort: it as frequently passes by on the other side of those with well-chiselled features as those with faces of plainer mould.” She turned her face away, sighed, and forgetful of my pres... | My Brilliant Career |
I awoke next morning in very fine spirits, and slithering out of my bed with alacrity, revelled—literally wallowed—in the appointments of my room. My poor old room at Possum Gully was lacking in barest necessaries. We could not afford even a wash-hand basin and jug; Gertie, the boys, and myself had to perform our morni... | No speaker | good night, and happy dreams.”<|quote|>I awoke next morning in very fine spirits, and slithering out of my bed with alacrity, revelled—literally wallowed—in the appointments of my room. My poor old room at Possum Gully was lacking in barest necessaries. We could not afford even a wash-hand basin and jug; Gertie, the bo... | to suit you. And now good night, and happy dreams.”<|quote|>I awoke next morning in very fine spirits, and slithering out of my bed with alacrity, revelled—literally wallowed—in the appointments of my room. My poor old room at Possum Gully was lacking in barest necessaries. We could not afford even a wash-hand basin an... | be a magician.” “Come now, part of my recipe is that you must not think of yourself at all. I’ll take you in hand in the morning. I hope you will like your room; I have arranged it on purpose to suit you. And now good night, and happy dreams.”<|quote|>I awoke next morning in very fine spirits, and slithering out of my ... | enshrouded in masses of hair falling in thick waves to within an inch or two of the knees. A very ugly spectacle, I thought. Aunt Helen turned the face of the large mirror flat against the wall, while I remarked despondently, “you can make me only middling ugly, you must be a magician.” “Come now, part of my recipe is ... | you will not look in a mirror. I will put as many as I can out of your way, and you must avoid the remainder. During this time I will take you in hand, and you must follow my directions implicitly. Will you agree? You will be surprised what a nice-looking little girl I will make of you.” Of course I agreed. I took a lo... | to obtain a divorce. On account of his wife’s spotless character he was unable to do this; he therefore deserted her and openly lived with the other woman as his mistress. This forced aunt Helen to return to Caddagat, and her mother had induced her to sue for a judicial separation, which was easily obtained. When a wom... | ashamed of myself and my selfish conceited egotism. “I understand you, Sybylla,” she said slowly and distinctly, “but you must not be a coward. There is any amount of love and good in the world, but you must search for it. Being misunderstood is one of the trials we all must bear. I think that even the most common-mind... | other side of those with well-chiselled features as those with faces of plainer mould.” She turned her face away, sighed, and forgetful of my presence lapsed into silence. I knew she was thinking of herself. Love, not _friendship_ love, for anyone knowing her must give her love and respect, but the other sort of love ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Rub off some of your gloomy pessimism and cultivate a little more healthy girlish vanity, and you will do very well,” | Aunt Helen | the contents of my bookshelf.<|quote|>“Rub off some of your gloomy pessimism and cultivate a little more healthy girlish vanity, and you will do very well,”</|quote|>she would say. I observed | to encroach upon it with the contents of my bookshelf.<|quote|>“Rub off some of your gloomy pessimism and cultivate a little more healthy girlish vanity, and you will do very well,”</|quote|>she would say. I observed these rites most religiously for | their serviettes. Aunt Helen’s treatment for making me presentable was the wearing of gloves and a shady hat every time I went outside; and she insisted upon me spending a proper time over my toilet, and would not allow me to encroach upon it with the contents of my bookshelf.<|quote|>“Rub off some of your gloomy pessi... | of four of them, and then lost myself in Gordon, and sat on my dressing-table in my nightgown, regardless of cold, until brought to my senses by the breakfast-bell. I made great pace, scrambled into my clothes helter-skelter, and appeared at table when the others had been seated and unfolded their serviettes. Aunt Hele... | excruciatingly lovely little writing-desk. It was stuffed full with all kinds of paper of good quality—fancy, all colours, sizes, and shapes, plain, foreign note, pens, ink, and a generous supply of stamps. I felt like writing a dozen letters there and then, and was on the point of giving way to my inclination, when my... | room; I have arranged it on purpose to suit you. And now good night, and happy dreams.” I awoke next morning in very fine spirits, and slithering out of my bed with alacrity, revelled—literally wallowed—in the appointments of my room. My poor old room at Possum Gully was lacking in barest necessaries. We could not affo... | than a twelvemonth he tired of his lovely bride, and becoming enamoured of another woman, he tried to obtain a divorce. On account of his wife’s spotless character he was unable to do this; he therefore deserted her and openly lived with the other woman as his mistress. This forced aunt Helen to return to Caddagat, and... | heart of girlhood. A lovely bed, pretty slippers, dainty white China-matting and many soft skins on the floor, and in one corner a most artistic toilet set, and a wash-stand liberally supplied with a great variety of soap—some of it so exquisitely perfumed that I felt tempted to taste it. There were pretty pictures on ... | My Brilliant Career |
she would say. I observed these rites most religiously for three days. Then I contracted a slight attack of influenza, and in poking around the kitchen, doing one of the things I oughtn’t at the time I shouldn’t, a servant-girl tipped a pot of boiling pot-liquor over my right foot, scalding it rather severely. Aunt He... | No speaker | you will do very well,”<|quote|>she would say. I observed these rites most religiously for three days. Then I contracted a slight attack of influenza, and in poking around the kitchen, doing one of the things I oughtn’t at the time I shouldn’t, a servant-girl tipped a pot of boiling pot-liquor over my right foot, scal... | more healthy girlish vanity, and you will do very well,”<|quote|>she would say. I observed these rites most religiously for three days. Then I contracted a slight attack of influenza, and in poking around the kitchen, doing one of the things I oughtn’t at the time I shouldn’t, a servant-girl tipped a pot of boiling po... | went outside; and she insisted upon me spending a proper time over my toilet, and would not allow me to encroach upon it with the contents of my bookshelf. “Rub off some of your gloomy pessimism and cultivate a little more healthy girlish vanity, and you will do very well,”<|quote|>she would say. I observed these rite... | until brought to my senses by the breakfast-bell. I made great pace, scrambled into my clothes helter-skelter, and appeared at table when the others had been seated and unfolded their serviettes. Aunt Helen’s treatment for making me presentable was the wearing of gloves and a shady hat every time I went outside; and sh... | plain, foreign note, pens, ink, and a generous supply of stamps. I felt like writing a dozen letters there and then, and was on the point of giving way to my inclination, when my attention was arrested by what I considered the gem of the whole turn-out. I refer to a nice little bookcase containing copies of all our Aus... | in very fine spirits, and slithering out of my bed with alacrity, revelled—literally wallowed—in the appointments of my room. My poor old room at Possum Gully was lacking in barest necessaries. We could not afford even a wash-hand basin and jug; Gertie, the boys, and myself had to perform our morning ablutions in a lea... | On account of his wife’s spotless character he was unable to do this; he therefore deserted her and openly lived with the other woman as his mistress. This forced aunt Helen to return to Caddagat, and her mother had induced her to sue for a judicial separation, which was easily obtained. When a woman is separated from ... | I will make of you.” Of course I agreed. I took a long and critical survey of myself in the glass. There was reflected a pair of hands, red and coarsened with rough work, a round face, shiny and swollen with crying, and a small round figure enshrouded in masses of hair falling in thick waves to within an inch or two of... | My Brilliant Career |
“up the country” | No speaker | besides the servants, was away<|quote|>“up the country”</|quote|>on some business or another, | other member of the family besides the servants, was away<|quote|>“up the country”</|quote|>on some business or another, and was not expected home | with visits throughout each day; and one Sunday his gallantry carried him to a gully where he plucked a bouquet of maidenhair fern—the first of the season—and put them in a bowl beside my bed. My uncle Julius, the only other member of the family besides the servants, was away<|quote|>“up the country”</|quote|>on some b... | many times throughout the day. Grannie brought me every dainty in the house, and sent special messengers to Gool-Gool for more. Had I been a professional glutton I would have been in paradise. Even Mr Hawden condescended so far as to express his regret concerning the accident, and favoured me with visits throughout eac... | me to bed, where I yelled with pain for hours like a mad Red Indian, despite their applying every alleviative possible. The combined forces of the burn and influenza made me a trifle dicky, so a decree went forth that I was to stay in bed until recovered from both complaints. This effectually prevented me from running ... | Australian poets, and two or three dozen novels which I had often longed to read. I read the first chapters of four of them, and then lost myself in Gordon, and sat on my dressing-table in my nightgown, regardless of cold, until brought to my senses by the breakfast-bell. I made great pace, scrambled into my clothes he... | took a long and critical survey of myself in the glass. There was reflected a pair of hands, red and coarsened with rough work, a round face, shiny and swollen with crying, and a small round figure enshrouded in masses of hair falling in thick waves to within an inch or two of the knees. A very ugly spectacle, I though... | and two or three dozen novels which I had often longed to read. I read the first chapters of four of them, and then lost myself in Gordon, and sat on my dressing-table in my nightgown, regardless of cold, until brought to my senses by the breakfast-bell. I made great pace, scrambled into my clothes helter-skelter, and ... | My Brilliant Career |
on some business or another, and was not expected home for a month or so. The Bossiers and Beechams were leaders of swelldom among the squattocracy up the country, and firm and intimate friends. The Beechams resided at Five-Bob Downs, twelve miles from Caddagat, and were a family composed of two maiden ladies and thei... | No speaker | was away “up the country”<|quote|>on some business or another, and was not expected home for a month or so. The Bossiers and Beechams were leaders of swelldom among the squattocracy up the country, and firm and intimate friends. The Beechams resided at Five-Bob Downs, twelve miles from Caddagat, and were a family comp... | the family besides the servants, was away “up the country”<|quote|>on some business or another, and was not expected home for a month or so. The Bossiers and Beechams were leaders of swelldom among the squattocracy up the country, and firm and intimate friends. The Beechams resided at Five-Bob Downs, twelve miles from... | each day; and one Sunday his gallantry carried him to a gully where he plucked a bouquet of maidenhair fern—the first of the season—and put them in a bowl beside my bed. My uncle Julius, the only other member of the family besides the servants, was away “up the country”<|quote|>on some business or another, and was not ... | the day. Grannie brought me every dainty in the house, and sent special messengers to Gool-Gool for more. Had I been a professional glutton I would have been in paradise. Even Mr Hawden condescended so far as to express his regret concerning the accident, and favoured me with visits throughout each day; and one Sunday ... | where I yelled with pain for hours like a mad Red Indian, despite their applying every alleviative possible. The combined forces of the burn and influenza made me a trifle dicky, so a decree went forth that I was to stay in bed until recovered from both complaints. This effectually prevented me from running in the way ... | two or three dozen novels which I had often longed to read. I read the first chapters of four of them, and then lost myself in Gordon, and sat on my dressing-table in my nightgown, regardless of cold, until brought to my senses by the breakfast-bell. I made great pace, scrambled into my clothes helter-skelter, and appe... | and critical survey of myself in the glass. There was reflected a pair of hands, red and coarsened with rough work, a round face, shiny and swollen with crying, and a small round figure enshrouded in masses of hair falling in thick waves to within an inch or two of the knees. A very ugly spectacle, I thought. Aunt Hele... | our Australian poets, and two or three dozen novels which I had often longed to read. I read the first chapters of four of them, and then lost myself in Gordon, and sat on my dressing-table in my nightgown, regardless of cold, until brought to my senses by the breakfast-bell. I made great pace, scrambled into my clothe... | My Brilliant Career |
“Here comes Harry Beecham with some more apples,” | Aunt Helen | tease me about this attention.<|quote|>“Here comes Harry Beecham with some more apples,”</|quote|>she would say. “No doubt | Aunt Helen used to mischievously tease me about this attention.<|quote|>“Here comes Harry Beecham with some more apples,”</|quote|>she would say. “No doubt he is far more calculating | but Harold came regularly to inquire how I was progressing. He always brought me a number of beautiful apples. This kindness was because the Caddagat orchard had been too infested with codlin moth for grannie to save any last season. Aunt Helen used to mischievously tease me about this attention.<|quote|>“Here comes Ha... | an unnoticeable one, being that the Bossiers, though in comfortable circumstances, were not at all rich, while Harold Beecham was immensely wealthy. When my installation in the role of invalid took place, one Miss Beecham was away in Melbourne, and the other not well enough to come and see me, but Harold came regularly... | aunt Helen’s particular friend, and the other had stood in the same capacity to my mother in days gone by, but of late years, on account of her poverty, mother had been too proud to keep up communication with her. As for Harold Beecham, he was nearly as much at home at Caddagat as at Five-Bob Downs. He came and went wi... | not sufficiently ill to be miserable, and being a pampered invalid was therefore fine fun. Aunt Helen was a wonderful nurse. She dressed my foot splendidly every morning, and put it in a comfortable position many times throughout the day. Grannie brought me every dainty in the house, and sent special messengers to Gool... | perfumed that I felt tempted to taste it. There were pretty pictures on the walls, and on a commodious dressing-table a big mirror and large hand-glasses, with their faces to the wall at present. Hairpins, fancy combs, ribbons galore, and a pretty work-basket greeted my sight, and with delight I swooped down upon the m... | that I was to stay in bed until recovered from both complaints. This effectually prevented me from running in the way of any looking-glasses. I was not sufficiently ill to be miserable, and being a pampered invalid was therefore fine fun. Aunt Helen was a wonderful nurse. She dressed my foot splendidly every morning, a... | My Brilliant Career |
she would say. | No speaker | Beecham with some more apples,”<|quote|>she would say.</|quote|>“No doubt he is far | this attention. “Here comes Harry Beecham with some more apples,”<|quote|>she would say.</|quote|>“No doubt he is far more calculating and artful than | was progressing. He always brought me a number of beautiful apples. This kindness was because the Caddagat orchard had been too infested with codlin moth for grannie to save any last season. Aunt Helen used to mischievously tease me about this attention. “Here comes Harry Beecham with some more apples,”<|quote|>she wou... | in comfortable circumstances, were not at all rich, while Harold Beecham was immensely wealthy. When my installation in the role of invalid took place, one Miss Beecham was away in Melbourne, and the other not well enough to come and see me, but Harold came regularly to inquire how I was progressing. He always brought ... | stood in the same capacity to my mother in days gone by, but of late years, on account of her poverty, mother had been too proud to keep up communication with her. As for Harold Beecham, he was nearly as much at home at Caddagat as at Five-Bob Downs. He came and went with that pleasant familiarity practised between con... | a pampered invalid was therefore fine fun. Aunt Helen was a wonderful nurse. She dressed my foot splendidly every morning, and put it in a comfortable position many times throughout the day. Grannie brought me every dainty in the house, and sent special messengers to Gool-Gool for more. Had I been a professional glutto... | There were pretty pictures on the walls, and on a commodious dressing-table a big mirror and large hand-glasses, with their faces to the wall at present. Hairpins, fancy combs, ribbons galore, and a pretty work-basket greeted my sight, and with delight I swooped down upon the most excruciatingly lovely little writing-d... | more. Had I been a professional glutton I would have been in paradise. Even Mr Hawden condescended so far as to express his regret concerning the accident, and favoured me with visits throughout each day; and one Sunday his gallantry carried him to a gully where he plucked a bouquet of maidenhair fern—the first of the ... | My Brilliant Career |
“No doubt he is far more calculating and artful than I thought he was capable of being. He is taking time by the forelock and wooing you ere he sees you, and so will take the lead. Young ladies are in the minority up this way, and every one is snapped up as soon as she arrives.” | Aunt Helen | more apples,” she would say.<|quote|>“No doubt he is far more calculating and artful than I thought he was capable of being. He is taking time by the forelock and wooing you ere he sees you, and so will take the lead. Young ladies are in the minority up this way, and every one is snapped up as soon as she arrives.”</|q... | comes Harry Beecham with some more apples,” she would say.<|quote|>“No doubt he is far more calculating and artful than I thought he was capable of being. He is taking time by the forelock and wooing you ere he sees you, and so will take the lead. Young ladies are in the minority up this way, and every one is snapped u... | always brought me a number of beautiful apples. This kindness was because the Caddagat orchard had been too infested with codlin moth for grannie to save any last season. Aunt Helen used to mischievously tease me about this attention. “Here comes Harry Beecham with some more apples,” she would say.<|quote|>“No doubt he... | were not at all rich, while Harold Beecham was immensely wealthy. When my installation in the role of invalid took place, one Miss Beecham was away in Melbourne, and the other not well enough to come and see me, but Harold came regularly to inquire how I was progressing. He always brought me a number of beautiful apple... | same capacity to my mother in days gone by, but of late years, on account of her poverty, mother had been too proud to keep up communication with her. As for Harold Beecham, he was nearly as much at home at Caddagat as at Five-Bob Downs. He came and went with that pleasant familiarity practised between congenial spirit... | was therefore fine fun. Aunt Helen was a wonderful nurse. She dressed my foot splendidly every morning, and put it in a comfortable position many times throughout the day. Grannie brought me every dainty in the house, and sent special messengers to Gool-Gool for more. Had I been a professional glutton I would have been... | pictures on the walls, and on a commodious dressing-table a big mirror and large hand-glasses, with their faces to the wall at present. Hairpins, fancy combs, ribbons galore, and a pretty work-basket greeted my sight, and with delight I swooped down upon the most excruciatingly lovely little writing-desk. It was stuffe... | fern—the first of the season—and put them in a bowl beside my bed. My uncle Julius, the only other member of the family besides the servants, was away “up the country” on some business or another, and was not expected home for a month or so. The Bossiers and Beechams were leaders of swelldom among the squattocracy up ... | My Brilliant Career |
I would reply. Aunt Helen was a clever needlewoman. She made all grannie’s dresses and her own. Now she was making some for me, which, however, I was not to see until I wore them. Aunt Helen had this as a pleasant surprise, and went to the trouble of blindfolding me while I was being fitted. While in bed, grannie and ... | No speaker | will get no more apples,”<|quote|>I would reply. Aunt Helen was a clever needlewoman. She made all grannie’s dresses and her own. Now she was making some for me, which, however, I was not to see until I wore them. Aunt Helen had this as a pleasant surprise, and went to the trouble of blindfolding me while I was being ... | to describe me, or I will get no more apples,”<|quote|>I would reply. Aunt Helen was a clever needlewoman. She made all grannie’s dresses and her own. Now she was making some for me, which, however, I was not to see until I wore them. Aunt Helen had this as a pleasant surprise, and went to the trouble of blindfolding ... | how ugly I am, auntie, so that he will carry apples twelve miles on his own responsibility, and when he sees me won’t be vexed that all his work has been for nothing. Perhaps, though, it would be better not to describe me, or I will get no more apples,”<|quote|>I would reply. Aunt Helen was a clever needlewoman. She m... | thought he was capable of being. He is taking time by the forelock and wooing you ere he sees you, and so will take the lead. Young ladies are in the minority up this way, and every one is snapped up as soon as she arrives.” “You’d better tell him how ugly I am, auntie, so that he will carry apples twelve miles on his ... | When my installation in the role of invalid took place, one Miss Beecham was away in Melbourne, and the other not well enough to come and see me, but Harold came regularly to inquire how I was progressing. He always brought me a number of beautiful apples. This kindness was because the Caddagat orchard had been too inf... | Julius, the only other member of the family besides the servants, was away “up the country” on some business or another, and was not expected home for a month or so. The Bossiers and Beechams were leaders of swelldom among the squattocracy up the country, and firm and intimate friends. The Beechams resided at Five-Bob... | turn-out. I refer to a nice little bookcase containing copies of all our Australian poets, and two or three dozen novels which I had often longed to read. I read the first chapters of four of them, and then lost myself in Gordon, and sat on my dressing-table in my nightgown, regardless of cold, until brought to my sens... | went forth that I was to stay in bed until recovered from both complaints. This effectually prevented me from running in the way of any looking-glasses. I was not sufficiently ill to be miserable, and being a pampered invalid was therefore fine fun. Aunt Helen was a wonderful nurse. She dressed my foot splendidly every... | My Brilliant Career |
“There now, you have nothing to complain of in the way of looks,” | Aunt Helen | while they were making theirs.<|quote|>“There now, you have nothing to complain of in the way of looks,”</|quote|>she remarked at the completion | came to finish my toilet while they were making theirs.<|quote|>“There now, you have nothing to complain of in the way of looks,”</|quote|>she remarked at the completion of the ceremony. “Come and | inquired for that youngster of Lucy’s, and aunt Helen replied that she would be forthcoming when they were dressed for dinner. The two gentlemen took a nip, to put a little heart in them uncle Julius said, and auntie Helen came to finish my toilet while they were making theirs.<|quote|>“There now, you have nothing to c... | the buggy was to be seen a long way down the road, approaching at the going-for-the-doctor pace at which uncle Julius always drove. Aunt Helen hustled me off to dress, but I was only half-rigged when they arrived, and so was unable to go out and meet them. Uncle Julius inquired for that youngster of Lucy’s, and aunt He... | pretty or not I was the greatest brick of a girl he had met. His idea for this opinion was that I was able to talk theatres with him, and was the only girl there, and because he had arrived at that overflowing age when young men have to be partial to some female whether she be ugly or pretty, fat or lean, old or young.... | him to sink or swim. Grannie had discovered, reared, and educated him. Among professions he had chosen the bar, and was now one of Sydney’s most promising young barristers. His foster-mother was no end proud of him, and loved him as her own son. In due time a telegram arrived from uncle Julius, containing instructions ... | people of refinement and education who would talk of the things I loved; but, at last here was congeniality, here was companionship. The weird witchery of mighty bush, the breath of wide sunlit plains, the sound of camp-bells and jingle of hobble chains, floating on the soft twilight breezes, had come to these men and ... | to Gool-Gool to meet him and Everard Grey. By this time I had quite recovered from influenza and my accident, and as they would not arrive till near nightfall, for their edification I was to be dressed in full-blown dinner costume, also I was to be favoured with a look at my reflection in a mirror for the first time si... | My Brilliant Career |
she remarked at the completion of the ceremony. | No speaker | in the way of looks,”<|quote|>she remarked at the completion of the ceremony.</|quote|>“Come and have a good | have nothing to complain of in the way of looks,”<|quote|>she remarked at the completion of the ceremony.</|quote|>“Come and have a good look at yourself.” I was | be forthcoming when they were dressed for dinner. The two gentlemen took a nip, to put a little heart in them uncle Julius said, and auntie Helen came to finish my toilet while they were making theirs. “There now, you have nothing to complain of in the way of looks,”<|quote|>she remarked at the completion of the ceremo... | at the going-for-the-doctor pace at which uncle Julius always drove. Aunt Helen hustled me off to dress, but I was only half-rigged when they arrived, and so was unable to go out and meet them. Uncle Julius inquired for that youngster of Lucy’s, and aunt Helen replied that she would be forthcoming when they were dresse... | met. His idea for this opinion was that I was able to talk theatres with him, and was the only girl there, and because he had arrived at that overflowing age when young men have to be partial to some female whether she be ugly or pretty, fat or lean, old or young. That I should be the object of these puerile emotions i... | professions he had chosen the bar, and was now one of Sydney’s most promising young barristers. His foster-mother was no end proud of him, and loved him as her own son. In due time a telegram arrived from uncle Julius, containing instructions for the buggy to be sent to Gool-Gool to meet him and Everard Grey. By this t... | but, at last here was congeniality, here was companionship. The weird witchery of mighty bush, the breath of wide sunlit plains, the sound of camp-bells and jingle of hobble chains, floating on the soft twilight breezes, had come to these men and had written a tale on their hearts as had been written on mine. The glory... | dressed in full-blown dinner costume, also I was to be favoured with a look at my reflection in a mirror for the first time since my arrival. During the afternoon I was dispatched by grannie on a message some miles away, and meeting Mr Hawden some distance from the house, he took it upon himself to accompany me. Everyw... | My Brilliant Career |
“Come and have a good look at yourself.” | Aunt Helen | the completion of the ceremony.<|quote|>“Come and have a good look at yourself.”</|quote|>I was decked in my | of looks,” she remarked at the completion of the ceremony.<|quote|>“Come and have a good look at yourself.”</|quote|>I was decked in my first evening dress, as it | The two gentlemen took a nip, to put a little heart in them uncle Julius said, and auntie Helen came to finish my toilet while they were making theirs. “There now, you have nothing to complain of in the way of looks,” she remarked at the completion of the ceremony.<|quote|>“Come and have a good look at yourself.”</|quo... | always drove. Aunt Helen hustled me off to dress, but I was only half-rigged when they arrived, and so was unable to go out and meet them. Uncle Julius inquired for that youngster of Lucy’s, and aunt Helen replied that she would be forthcoming when they were dressed for dinner. The two gentlemen took a nip, to put a li... | I was able to talk theatres with him, and was the only girl there, and because he had arrived at that overflowing age when young men have to be partial to some female whether she be ugly or pretty, fat or lean, old or young. That I should be the object of these puerile emotions in a fellow like Frank Hawden, filled me ... | now one of Sydney’s most promising young barristers. His foster-mother was no end proud of him, and loved him as her own son. In due time a telegram arrived from uncle Julius, containing instructions for the buggy to be sent to Gool-Gool to meet him and Everard Grey. By this time I had quite recovered from influenza an... | companionship. The weird witchery of mighty bush, the breath of wide sunlit plains, the sound of camp-bells and jingle of hobble chains, floating on the soft twilight breezes, had come to these men and had written a tale on their hearts as had been written on mine. The glory of the starlit heavens, the mighty wonder of... | guardianship of distant relatives. They had proved criminally unscrupulous. By finding a flaw in deeds, or something which none but lawyers understand, they had deprived him of all his property and left him to sink or swim. Grannie had discovered, reared, and educated him. Among professions he had chosen the bar, and w... | My Brilliant Career |
I was decked in my first evening dress, as it was a great occasion. It was only on the rarest occasion that we donned full war-paint at Caddagat. I think that evening dress is one of the prettiest and most idiotic customs extant. What can be more foolish than to endanger one’s health by exposing at night the chest and ... | No speaker | a good look at yourself.”<|quote|>I was decked in my first evening dress, as it was a great occasion. It was only on the rarest occasion that we donned full war-paint at Caddagat. I think that evening dress is one of the prettiest and most idiotic customs extant. What can be more foolish than to endanger one’s health b... | the ceremony. “Come and have a good look at yourself.”<|quote|>I was decked in my first evening dress, as it was a great occasion. It was only on the rarest occasion that we donned full war-paint at Caddagat. I think that evening dress is one of the prettiest and most idiotic customs extant. What can be more foolish th... | a little heart in them uncle Julius said, and auntie Helen came to finish my toilet while they were making theirs. “There now, you have nothing to complain of in the way of looks,” she remarked at the completion of the ceremony. “Come and have a good look at yourself.”<|quote|>I was decked in my first evening dress, as... | dress, but I was only half-rigged when they arrived, and so was unable to go out and meet them. Uncle Julius inquired for that youngster of Lucy’s, and aunt Helen replied that she would be forthcoming when they were dressed for dinner. The two gentlemen took a nip, to put a little heart in them uncle Julius said, and a... | and was the only girl there, and because he had arrived at that overflowing age when young men have to be partial to some female whether she be ugly or pretty, fat or lean, old or young. That I should be the object of these puerile emotions in a fellow like Frank Hawden, filled me with loathing and disgust. It was late... | His foster-mother was no end proud of him, and loved him as her own son. In due time a telegram arrived from uncle Julius, containing instructions for the buggy to be sent to Gool-Gool to meet him and Everard Grey. By this time I had quite recovered from influenza and my accident, and as they would not arrive till near... | breath of wide sunlit plains, the sound of camp-bells and jingle of hobble chains, floating on the soft twilight breezes, had come to these men and had written a tale on their hearts as had been written on mine. The glory of the starlit heavens, the mighty wonder of the sea, and the majesty of thunder had come home to ... | since my arrival. During the afternoon I was dispatched by grannie on a message some miles away, and meeting Mr Hawden some distance from the house, he took it upon himself to accompany me. Everywhere I went he followed after, much to my annoyance, because grannie gave me many and serious talkings-to about the crime of... | My Brilliant Career |
“Your uncle Julius always has the drawing-room lighted like this; he does not believe in shadowy half light—calls it sentimental bosh,” | Aunt Helen | vain regret which relentlessly pursued.<|quote|>“Your uncle Julius always has the drawing-room lighted like this; he does not believe in shadowy half light—calls it sentimental bosh,”</|quote|>said aunt Helen in explanation. | endeavouring to outstrip a wild vain regret which relentlessly pursued.<|quote|>“Your uncle Julius always has the drawing-room lighted like this; he does not believe in shadowy half light—calls it sentimental bosh,”</|quote|>said aunt Helen in explanation. “Is uncle like that?” I | read books—the music often compelling me to forget the reading, and the reading occasionally rendering me deaf to the music; but through both ever came the solemn rush of the stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind ceaselessly endeavouring to outstrip a wild vain regret which relentlessly pursued.<|quote|>“... | it every night, but we never lighted more than a single candle on the piano. This had been ample light for our purpose. Aunt Helen would sing in her sweet sad voice all the beautiful old songs I loved, while I curled myself on a mat at her side and read books—the music often compelling me to forget the reading, and the... | among those whose chest and arms will not admit of being displayed, or among those who, not having been reared to the custom, dislike it with many other things from want of use. Aunt Helen took me into the wide old drawing-room, now brilliantly lighted. A heavy lamp was on each of the four brackets in the corners, and ... | a nip, to put a little heart in them uncle Julius said, and auntie Helen came to finish my toilet while they were making theirs. “There now, you have nothing to complain of in the way of looks,” she remarked at the completion of the ceremony. “Come and have a good look at yourself.” I was decked in my first evening dre... | criminally unscrupulous. By finding a flaw in deeds, or something which none but lawyers understand, they had deprived him of all his property and left him to sink or swim. Grannie had discovered, reared, and educated him. Among professions he had chosen the bar, and was now one of Sydney’s most promising young barrist... | the road, approaching at the going-for-the-doctor pace at which uncle Julius always drove. Aunt Helen hustled me off to dress, but I was only half-rigged when they arrived, and so was unable to go out and meet them. Uncle Julius inquired for that youngster of Lucy’s, and aunt Helen replied that she would be forthcoming... | My Brilliant Career |
said aunt Helen in explanation. | No speaker | half light—calls it sentimental bosh,”<|quote|>said aunt Helen in explanation.</|quote|>“Is uncle like that?” I | does not believe in shadowy half light—calls it sentimental bosh,”<|quote|>said aunt Helen in explanation.</|quote|>“Is uncle like that?” I remarked, but my question remained | through both ever came the solemn rush of the stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind ceaselessly endeavouring to outstrip a wild vain regret which relentlessly pursued. “Your uncle Julius always has the drawing-room lighted like this; he does not believe in shadowy half light—calls it sentimental bosh,”<|q... | our purpose. Aunt Helen would sing in her sweet sad voice all the beautiful old songs I loved, while I curled myself on a mat at her side and read books—the music often compelling me to forget the reading, and the reading occasionally rendering me deaf to the music; but through both ever came the solemn rush of the str... | the custom, dislike it with many other things from want of use. Aunt Helen took me into the wide old drawing-room, now brilliantly lighted. A heavy lamp was on each of the four brackets in the corners, and another swung from the centre of the ceiling, and candelabra threw many lights from the piano. Never before had I ... | they were making theirs. “There now, you have nothing to complain of in the way of looks,” she remarked at the completion of the ceremony. “Come and have a good look at yourself.” I was decked in my first evening dress, as it was a great occasion. It was only on the rarest occasion that we donned full war-paint at Cadd... | his property and left him to sink or swim. Grannie had discovered, reared, and educated him. Among professions he had chosen the bar, and was now one of Sydney’s most promising young barristers. His foster-mother was no end proud of him, and loved him as her own son. In due time a telegram arrived from uncle Julius, co... | was a great occasion. It was only on the rarest occasion that we donned full war-paint at Caddagat. I think that evening dress is one of the prettiest and most idiotic customs extant. What can be more foolish than to endanger one’s health by exposing at night the chest and arms—two of the most vital spots of the body—w... | My Brilliant Career |
“Is uncle like that?” | Sybylla Melvyn | said aunt Helen in explanation.<|quote|>“Is uncle like that?”</|quote|>I remarked, but my question | half light—calls it sentimental bosh,” said aunt Helen in explanation.<|quote|>“Is uncle like that?”</|quote|>I remarked, but my question remained unanswered. Leaving a hand-mirror | solemn rush of the stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind ceaselessly endeavouring to outstrip a wild vain regret which relentlessly pursued. “Your uncle Julius always has the drawing-room lighted like this; he does not believe in shadowy half light—calls it sentimental bosh,” said aunt Helen in explanatio... | sing in her sweet sad voice all the beautiful old songs I loved, while I curled myself on a mat at her side and read books—the music often compelling me to forget the reading, and the reading occasionally rendering me deaf to the music; but through both ever came the solemn rush of the stream outside in its weird melan... | many other things from want of use. Aunt Helen took me into the wide old drawing-room, now brilliantly lighted. A heavy lamp was on each of the four brackets in the corners, and another swung from the centre of the ceiling, and candelabra threw many lights from the piano. Never before had I seen this room in such a bla... | now, you have nothing to complain of in the way of looks,” she remarked at the completion of the ceremony. “Come and have a good look at yourself.” I was decked in my first evening dress, as it was a great occasion. It was only on the rarest occasion that we donned full war-paint at Caddagat. I think that evening dress... | to sink or swim. Grannie had discovered, reared, and educated him. Among professions he had chosen the bar, and was now one of Sydney’s most promising young barristers. His foster-mother was no end proud of him, and loved him as her own son. In due time a telegram arrived from uncle Julius, containing instructions for ... | soft white bosom rising and falling amid a dainty nest of silk and lace? Every woman looks more soft and feminine in a _decollete_ gown. And is there any of the animal lines known pleasanter to the eye than the contour of shapely arms? Some there are who cry down evening dress as being immodest and indecent. These will... | My Brilliant Career |
I remarked, but my question remained unanswered. Leaving a hand-mirror with me, aunt Helen had slipped away. One wall of the drawing-room was monopolized by a door, a big bookcase, and a heavy bevelled-edged old-fashioned mirror—the two last-mentioned articles reaching from floor to ceiling. Since my arrival the face ... | No speaker | explanation. “Is uncle like that?”<|quote|>I remarked, but my question remained unanswered. Leaving a hand-mirror with me, aunt Helen had slipped away. One wall of the drawing-room was monopolized by a door, a big bookcase, and a heavy bevelled-edged old-fashioned mirror—the two last-mentioned articles reaching from f... | bosh,” said aunt Helen in explanation. “Is uncle like that?”<|quote|>I remarked, but my question remained unanswered. Leaving a hand-mirror with me, aunt Helen had slipped away. One wall of the drawing-room was monopolized by a door, a big bookcase, and a heavy bevelled-edged old-fashioned mirror—the two last-mentione... | stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind ceaselessly endeavouring to outstrip a wild vain regret which relentlessly pursued. “Your uncle Julius always has the drawing-room lighted like this; he does not believe in shadowy half light—calls it sentimental bosh,” said aunt Helen in explanation. “Is uncle like t... | sad voice all the beautiful old songs I loved, while I curled myself on a mat at her side and read books—the music often compelling me to forget the reading, and the reading occasionally rendering me deaf to the music; but through both ever came the solemn rush of the stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind... | want of use. Aunt Helen took me into the wide old drawing-room, now brilliantly lighted. A heavy lamp was on each of the four brackets in the corners, and another swung from the centre of the ceiling, and candelabra threw many lights from the piano. Never before had I seen this room in such a blaze of light. During the... | to complain of in the way of looks,” she remarked at the completion of the ceremony. “Come and have a good look at yourself.” I was decked in my first evening dress, as it was a great occasion. It was only on the rarest occasion that we donned full war-paint at Caddagat. I think that evening dress is one of the prettie... | Grannie had discovered, reared, and educated him. Among professions he had chosen the bar, and was now one of Sydney’s most promising young barristers. His foster-mother was no end proud of him, and loved him as her own son. In due time a telegram arrived from uncle Julius, containing instructions for the buggy to be s... | other things from want of use. Aunt Helen took me into the wide old drawing-room, now brilliantly lighted. A heavy lamp was on each of the four brackets in the corners, and another swung from the centre of the ceiling, and candelabra threw many lights from the piano. Never before had I seen this room in such a blaze of... | My Brilliant Career |
“What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” | Aunt Helen | veranda and asking for me.<|quote|>“What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?”</|quote|>“Oh, aunt Helen, tell me | Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me.<|quote|>“What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?”</|quote|>“Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about | which displayed a splendid set of teeth, and I really believe that on that night I did not look out of the way ugly. I was still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me.<|quote|>“What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?”</|quote|>... | age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which rippled my lips in smiles, which displayed a splen... | and a chest and pair of arms which would pass muster with the best. If Nature had been in bad humour when moulding my face, she had used her tools craftily in forming my figure. Aunt Helen had proved a clever maid and dressmaker. My pale blue cashmere dress fitted my fully developed yet girlish figure to perfection. So... | sad voice all the beautiful old songs I loved, while I curled myself on a mat at her side and read books—the music often compelling me to forget the reading, and the reading occasionally rendering me deaf to the music; but through both ever came the solemn rush of the stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind... | seen a long way down the road, approaching at the going-for-the-doctor pace at which uncle Julius always drove. Aunt Helen hustled me off to dress, but I was only half-rigged when they arrived, and so was unable to go out and meet them. Uncle Julius inquired for that youngster of Lucy’s, and aunt Helen replied that she... | outstrip a wild vain regret which relentlessly pursued. “Your uncle Julius always has the drawing-room lighted like this; he does not believe in shadowy half light—calls it sentimental bosh,” said aunt Helen in explanation. “Is uncle like that?” I remarked, but my question remained unanswered. Leaving a hand-mirror wit... | My Brilliant Career |
“Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” | Sybylla Melvyn | you think of yourself, Sybylla?”<|quote|>“Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!”</|quote|>She took my face between | asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?”<|quote|>“Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!”</|quote|>She took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly child, | and I really believe that on that night I did not look out of the way ugly. I was still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?”<|quote|>“Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something a... | dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which rippled my lips in smiles, which displayed a splendid set of teeth, and I really believe that on that ni... | which would pass muster with the best. If Nature had been in bad humour when moulding my face, she had used her tools craftily in forming my figure. Aunt Helen had proved a clever maid and dressmaker. My pale blue cashmere dress fitted my fully developed yet girlish figure to perfection. Some of my hair fell in cunning... | I loved, while I curled myself on a mat at her side and read books—the music often compelling me to forget the reading, and the reading occasionally rendering me deaf to the music; but through both ever came the solemn rush of the stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind ceaselessly endeavouring to outstrip ... | approaching at the going-for-the-doctor pace at which uncle Julius always drove. Aunt Helen hustled me off to dress, but I was only half-rigged when they arrived, and so was unable to go out and meet them. Uncle Julius inquired for that youngster of Lucy’s, and aunt Helen replied that she would be forthcoming when they... | me deaf to the music; but through both ever came the solemn rush of the stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind ceaselessly endeavouring to outstrip a wild vain regret which relentlessly pursued. “Your uncle Julius always has the drawing-room lighted like this; he does not believe in shadowy half light—call... | My Brilliant Career |
She took my face between her hands, saying: | No speaker | about me not completely hideous!”<|quote|>She took my face between her hands, saying:</|quote|>“Silly child, there are some | me that there is something about me not completely hideous!”<|quote|>She took my face between her hands, saying:</|quote|>“Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which | the way ugly. I was still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!”<|quote|>She took my face between her ... | me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which rippled my lips in smiles, which displayed a splendid set of teeth, and I really believe that on that night I did not look out of the way ugly. I was still admiring my reflection when au... | when moulding my face, she had used her tools craftily in forming my figure. Aunt Helen had proved a clever maid and dressmaker. My pale blue cashmere dress fitted my fully developed yet girlish figure to perfection. Some of my hair fell in cunning little curls on my forehead; the remainder, tied simply with a piece of... | books—the music often compelling me to forget the reading, and the reading occasionally rendering me deaf to the music; but through both ever came the solemn rush of the stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind ceaselessly endeavouring to outstrip a wild vain regret which relentlessly pursued. “Your uncle Ju... | me off to dress, but I was only half-rigged when they arrived, and so was unable to go out and meet them. Uncle Julius inquired for that youngster of Lucy’s, and aunt Helen replied that she would be forthcoming when they were dressed for dinner. The two gentlemen took a nip, to put a little heart in them uncle Julius s... | read books—the music often compelling me to forget the reading, and the reading occasionally rendering me deaf to the music; but through both ever came the solemn rush of the stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind ceaselessly endeavouring to outstrip a wild vain regret which relentlessly pursued. “Your unc... | My Brilliant Career |
“Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing more than an indifferent glance while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.” | Aunt Helen | face between her hands, saying:<|quote|>“Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing more than an indifferent glance while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.”</|quote|>“But that does not say | completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying:<|quote|>“Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing more than an indifferent glance while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.”</|quote|>“Bu... | reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying:<|quote|>“Silly child, there are... | twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which rippled my lips in smiles, which displayed a splendid set of teeth, and I really believe that on that night I did not look out of the way ugly. I was still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Everard ... | tools craftily in forming my figure. Aunt Helen had proved a clever maid and dressmaker. My pale blue cashmere dress fitted my fully developed yet girlish figure to perfection. Some of my hair fell in cunning little curls on my forehead; the remainder, tied simply with a piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly to m... | reading, and the reading occasionally rendering me deaf to the music; but through both ever came the solemn rush of the stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind ceaselessly endeavouring to outstrip a wild vain regret which relentlessly pursued. “Your uncle Julius always has the drawing-room lighted like this... | half-rigged when they arrived, and so was unable to go out and meet them. Uncle Julius inquired for that youngster of Lucy’s, and aunt Helen replied that she would be forthcoming when they were dressed for dinner. The two gentlemen took a nip, to put a little heart in them uncle Julius said, and auntie Helen came to fi... | remarked, but my question remained unanswered. Leaving a hand-mirror with me, aunt Helen had slipped away. One wall of the drawing-room was monopolized by a door, a big bookcase, and a heavy bevelled-edged old-fashioned mirror—the two last-mentioned articles reaching from floor to ceiling. Since my arrival the face of ... | My Brilliant Career |
“But that does not say I am not ugly.” | Sybylla Melvyn | one of those last mentioned.”<|quote|>“But that does not say I am not ugly.”</|quote|>“No one would dream of | pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.”<|quote|>“But that does not say I am not ugly.”</|quote|>“No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone | me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing more than an indifferent glance while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.”<|quote|>“But ... | not look out of the way ugly. I was still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face betw... | on my forehead; the remainder, tied simply with a piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly to my knees. My toilet had altered me almost beyond recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me wou... | which relentlessly pursued. “Your uncle Julius always has the drawing-room lighted like this; he does not believe in shadowy half light—calls it sentimental bosh,” said aunt Helen in explanation. “Is uncle like that?” I remarked, but my question remained unanswered. Leaving a hand-mirror with me, aunt Helen had slipped... | two gentlemen took a nip, to put a little heart in them uncle Julius said, and auntie Helen came to finish my toilet while they were making theirs. “There now, you have nothing to complain of in the way of looks,” she remarked at the completion of the ceremony. “Come and have a good look at yourself.” I was decked in m... | lighted. A heavy lamp was on each of the four brackets in the corners, and another swung from the centre of the ceiling, and candelabra threw many lights from the piano. Never before had I seen this room in such a blaze of light. During the last week or two aunt Helen and I had occupied it every night, but we never lig... | My Brilliant Career |
“No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.” | Aunt Helen | say I am not ugly.”<|quote|>“No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.”</|quote|>Uncle Julius had the upper | mentioned.” “But that does not say I am not ugly.”<|quote|>“No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.”</|quote|>Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure | her hands, saying: “Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing more than an indifferent glance while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.” “But that does not say I am not ugly.”<|quote|>“No one would dream... | still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly child,... | piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly to my knees. My toilet had altered me almost beyond recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and me... | drawing-room lighted like this; he does not believe in shadowy half light—calls it sentimental bosh,” said aunt Helen in explanation. “Is uncle like that?” I remarked, but my question remained unanswered. Leaving a hand-mirror with me, aunt Helen had slipped away. One wall of the drawing-room was monopolized by a door... | heart in them uncle Julius said, and auntie Helen came to finish my toilet while they were making theirs. “There now, you have nothing to complain of in the way of looks,” she remarked at the completion of the ceremony. “Come and have a good look at yourself.” I was decked in my first evening dress, as it was a great o... | it sentimental bosh,” said aunt Helen in explanation. “Is uncle like that?” I remarked, but my question remained unanswered. Leaving a hand-mirror with me, aunt Helen had slipped away. One wall of the drawing-room was monopolized by a door, a big bookcase, and a heavy bevelled-edged old-fashioned mirror—the two last-m... | My Brilliant Career |
Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed | No speaker | word which best describes you.”<|quote|>Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed</|quote|>“those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs” . | alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.”<|quote|>Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed</|quote|>“those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs” . Frock-coats suited him, but I | indifferent glance while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.” “But that does not say I am not ugly.” “No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.”<|quote|>Uncle Julius had the upper part ... | veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing more than an indifferent glance whil... | It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which rippled my lips in smiles, whic... | explanation. “Is uncle like that?” I remarked, but my question remained unanswered. Leaving a hand-mirror with me, aunt Helen had slipped away. One wall of the drawing-room was monopolized by a door, a big bookcase, and a heavy bevelled-edged old-fashioned mirror—the two last-mentioned articles reaching from floor to ... | “There now, you have nothing to complain of in the way of looks,” she remarked at the completion of the ceremony. “Come and have a good look at yourself.” I was decked in my first evening dress, as it was a great occasion. It was only on the rarest occasion that we donned full war-paint at Caddagat. I think that evenin... | and it was before this that I stood. I looked, and looked again in pleased surprise. I beheld a young girl with eyes and skin of the clearest and brightest, and lips of brilliant scarlet, and a chest and pair of arms which would pass muster with the best. If Nature had been in bad humour when moulding my face, she had ... | My Brilliant Career |
“those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs” | Uncle Julius | kindly to what he termed<|quote|>“those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs”</|quote|>. Frock-coats suited him, but | frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed<|quote|>“those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs”</|quote|>. Frock-coats suited him, but I am not partial to | that does not say I am not ugly.” “No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.” Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed<|quote|>“those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs”</|quote|>... | not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing more than an indifferent glance while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.” “But that does n... | people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which rippled my lips in smiles, which displayed a splendid set of teeth, and I really believe that on that night I did not look out of the way ugly. I was still admiring my... | wall of the drawing-room was monopolized by a door, a big bookcase, and a heavy bevelled-edged old-fashioned mirror—the two last-mentioned articles reaching from floor to ceiling. Since my arrival the face of the mirror had been covered, but this evening the blue silken curtains were looped up, and it was before this t... | have a good look at yourself.” I was decked in my first evening dress, as it was a great occasion. It was only on the rarest occasion that we donned full war-paint at Caddagat. I think that evening dress is one of the prettiest and most idiotic customs extant. What can be more foolish than to endanger one’s health by e... | before this that I stood. I looked, and looked again in pleased surprise. I beheld a young girl with eyes and skin of the clearest and brightest, and lips of brilliant scarlet, and a chest and pair of arms which would pass muster with the best. If Nature had been in bad humour when moulding my face, she had used her to... | My Brilliant Career |
. Frock-coats suited him, but I am not partial to them on every one. They look well enough on a podgy, fat, or broad man, but on a skinny one they hang with such a forlorn, dying-duck expression, that they invariably make me laugh. Julius John Bossier, better known as J. J. Bossier, and better still as Jay-Jay—big, fa... | No speaker | termed “those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs”<|quote|>. Frock-coats suited him, but I am not partial to them on every one. They look well enough on a podgy, fat, or broad man, but on a skinny one they hang with such a forlorn, dying-duck expression, that they invariably make me laugh. Julius John Bossier, better know... | take kindly to what he termed “those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs”<|quote|>. Frock-coats suited him, but I am not partial to them on every one. They look well enough on a podgy, fat, or broad man, but on a skinny one they hang with such a forlorn, dying-duck expression, that they invariably make me laugh. Julius Jo... | I am not ugly.” “No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.” Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed “those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs”<|quote|>. Frock-coats suited him, b... | took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing more than an indifferent glance while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.” “But that does not say I am not ugly.” “No on... | would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which rippled my lips in smiles, which displayed a splendid set of teeth, and I really believe that on that night I did not look out of the way ugly. I was still admiring my reflection when aunt ... | was monopolized by a door, a big bookcase, and a heavy bevelled-edged old-fashioned mirror—the two last-mentioned articles reaching from floor to ceiling. Since my arrival the face of the mirror had been covered, but this evening the blue silken curtains were looped up, and it was before this that I stood. I looked, an... | at yourself.” I was decked in my first evening dress, as it was a great occasion. It was only on the rarest occasion that we donned full war-paint at Caddagat. I think that evening dress is one of the prettiest and most idiotic customs extant. What can be more foolish than to endanger one’s health by exposing at night ... | and a chest and pair of arms which would pass muster with the best. If Nature had been in bad humour when moulding my face, she had used her tools craftily in forming my figure. Aunt Helen had proved a clever maid and dressmaker. My pale blue cashmere dress fitted my fully developed yet girlish figure to perfection. So... | My Brilliant Career |
“So this is yourself, is it!” | Uncle Julius | proud to call him uncle.<|quote|>“So this is yourself, is it!”</|quote|>he exclaimed, giving me a | all round. I was very proud to call him uncle.<|quote|>“So this is yourself, is it!”</|quote|>he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I | known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back again to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle.<|quote|>“So this is yourself, is it!”</|quote|>he e... | a forlorn, dying-duck expression, that they invariably make me laugh. Julius John Bossier, better known as J. J. Bossier, and better still as Jay-Jay—big, fat, burly, broad, a jovial bachelor of forty, too fond of all the opposite sex ever to have settled his affections on one in particular—was well known, respected, a... | any pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.” “But that does not say I am not ugly.” “No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.” Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to w... | to perfection. Some of my hair fell in cunning little curls on my forehead; the remainder, tied simply with a piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly to my knees. My toilet had altered me almost beyond recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with ... | who cry down evening dress as being immodest and indecent. These will be found among those whose chest and arms will not admit of being displayed, or among those who, not having been reared to the custom, dislike it with many other things from want of use. Aunt Helen took me into the wide old drawing-room, now brillian... | I beheld a young girl with eyes and skin of the clearest and brightest, and lips of brilliant scarlet, and a chest and pair of arms which would pass muster with the best. If Nature had been in bad humour when moulding my face, she had used her tools craftily in forming my figure. Aunt Helen had proved a clever maid and... | My Brilliant Career |
he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. | No speaker | this is yourself, is it!”<|quote|>he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug.</|quote|>“Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe | to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!”<|quote|>he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug.</|quote|>“Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your | Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back again to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!”<|quote|>he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug.</|quote|>“... | invariably make me laugh. Julius John Bossier, better known as J. J. Bossier, and better still as Jay-Jay—big, fat, burly, broad, a jovial bachelor of forty, too fond of all the opposite sex ever to have settled his affections on one in particular—was well known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes ... | one of those last mentioned.” “But that does not say I am not ugly.” “No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.” Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed “those skittish sparro... | fell in cunning little curls on my forehead; the remainder, tied simply with a piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly to my knees. My toilet had altered me almost beyond recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight co... | being immodest and indecent. These will be found among those whose chest and arms will not admit of being displayed, or among those who, not having been reared to the custom, dislike it with many other things from want of use. Aunt Helen took me into the wide old drawing-room, now brilliantly lighted. A heavy lamp was ... | was still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly ch... | My Brilliant Career |
“Oh, uncle,” | Sybylla Melvyn | giving me a tremendous hug.<|quote|>“Oh, uncle,”</|quote|>I expostulated, “wipe your old | yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug.<|quote|>“Oh, uncle,”</|quote|>I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells | to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back again to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug.<|quote|>“Oh, uncle,”</|quote|>I expostulated, “wipe your old k... | better known as J. J. Bossier, and better still as Jay-Jay—big, fat, burly, broad, a jovial bachelor of forty, too fond of all the opposite sex ever to have settled his affections on one in particular—was well known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monar... | does not say I am not ugly.” “No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.” Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed “those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs” . Frock-coats suited h... | forehead; the remainder, tied simply with a piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly to my knees. My toilet had altered me almost beyond recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not... | found among those whose chest and arms will not admit of being displayed, or among those who, not having been reared to the custom, dislike it with many other things from want of use. Aunt Helen took me into the wide old drawing-room, now brilliantly lighted. A heavy lamp was on each of the four brackets in the corners... | to say that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which w... | My Brilliant Career |
I expostulated, | No speaker | a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,”<|quote|>I expostulated,</|quote|>“wipe your old kisses off! | it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,”<|quote|>I expostulated,</|quote|>“wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of | from Tumut to Monaro, and back again to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,”<|quote|>I expostulated,</|quote|>“wipe your old kisses of... | as J. J. Bossier, and better still as Jay-Jay—big, fat, burly, broad, a jovial bachelor of forty, too fond of all the opposite sex ever to have settled his affections on one in particular—was well known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back a... | say I am not ugly.” “No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.” Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed “those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs” . Frock-coats suited him, but I... | remainder, tied simply with a piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly to my knees. My toilet had altered me almost beyond recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that ... | those whose chest and arms will not admit of being displayed, or among those who, not having been reared to the custom, dislike it with many other things from want of use. Aunt Helen took me into the wide old drawing-room, now brilliantly lighted. A heavy lamp was on each of the four brackets in the corners, and anothe... | Leaving a hand-mirror with me, aunt Helen had slipped away. One wall of the drawing-room was monopolized by a door, a big bookcase, and a heavy bevelled-edged old-fashioned mirror—the two last-mentioned articles reaching from floor to ceiling. Since my arrival the face of the mirror had been covered, but this evening t... | My Brilliant Career |
“wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” | Sybylla Melvyn | hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated,<|quote|>“wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.”</|quote|>“Gammon, that’s what makes my | exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated,<|quote|>“wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.”</|quote|>“Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!” he answered; | to Monaro, and back again to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated,<|quote|>“wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smell... | J. Bossier, and better still as Jay-Jay—big, fat, burly, broad, a jovial bachelor of forty, too fond of all the opposite sex ever to have settled his affections on one in particular—was well known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back again t... | am not ugly.” “No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.” Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed “those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs” . Frock-coats suited him, but I am no... | simply with a piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly to my knees. My toilet had altered me almost beyond recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twen... | chest and arms will not admit of being displayed, or among those who, not having been reared to the custom, dislike it with many other things from want of use. Aunt Helen took me into the wide old drawing-room, now brilliantly lighted. A heavy lamp was on each of the four brackets in the corners, and another swung from... | aunt Helen had slipped away. One wall of the drawing-room was monopolized by a door, a big bookcase, and a heavy bevelled-edged old-fashioned mirror—the two last-mentioned articles reaching from floor to ceiling. Since my arrival the face of the mirror had been covered, but this evening the blue silken curtains were lo... | My Brilliant Career |
“Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!” | Uncle Julius | horribly of whisky and tobacco.”<|quote|>“Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!”</|quote|>he answered; and, after holding | kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.”<|quote|>“Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!”</|quote|>he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection, | straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.”<|quote|>“Gammon, that’s what makes... | of forty, too fond of all the opposite sex ever to have settled his affections on one in particular—was well known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back again to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly g... | ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.” Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed “those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs” . Frock-coats suited him, but I am not partial to them on every one. They look well enough on a podgy, ... | knees. My toilet had altered me almost beyond recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, h... | not having been reared to the custom, dislike it with many other things from want of use. Aunt Helen took me into the wide old drawing-room, now brilliantly lighted. A heavy lamp was on each of the four brackets in the corners, and another swung from the centre of the ceiling, and candelabra threw many lights from the ... | the way ugly. I was still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, s... | My Brilliant Career |
he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection, | No speaker | makes my kisses so nice!”<|quote|>he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection,</|quote|>“By George, you’re a wonderful-looking | and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!”<|quote|>he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection,</|quote|>“By George, you’re a wonderful-looking girl! You’re surely not done | good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!”<|quote|>he answered; and, after ho... | sex ever to have settled his affections on one in particular—was well known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back again to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud ... | you.” Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed “those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs” . Frock-coats suited him, but I am not partial to them on every one. They look well enough on a podgy, fat, or broad man, but on a skinny one they hang ... | recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which rippled my lips in... | it with many other things from want of use. Aunt Helen took me into the wide old drawing-room, now brilliantly lighted. A heavy lamp was on each of the four brackets in the corners, and another swung from the centre of the ceiling, and candelabra threw many lights from the piano. Never before had I seen this room in su... | that night I did not look out of the way ugly. I was still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She ... | My Brilliant Career |
“By George, you’re a wonderful-looking girl! You’re surely not done growing yet, though! You are such a little nipper. I could put you in my pocket with ease. You aren’t a scrap like your mother. I’ll give the next shearer who passes a shilling to cut that hair off. It would kill a dog in the hot weather.” | Uncle Julius | me at arm’s-length for inspection,<|quote|>“By George, you’re a wonderful-looking girl! You’re surely not done growing yet, though! You are such a little nipper. I could put you in my pocket with ease. You aren’t a scrap like your mother. I’ll give the next shearer who passes a shilling to cut that hair off. It would k... | he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection,<|quote|>“By George, you’re a wonderful-looking girl! You’re surely not done growing yet, though! You are such a little nipper. I could put you in my pocket with ease. You aren’t a scrap like your mother. I’ll give the next shearer who passes a shilling ... | him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!” he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection,<|quote|>“By Geo... | particular—was well known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back again to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” h... | figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed “those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs” . Frock-coats suited him, but I am not partial to them on every one. They look well enough on a podgy, fat, or broad man, but on a skinny one they hang with such a forlorn, dying-duck expression, that they i... | months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which rippled my lips in smiles, which displayed a splendid set of teeth, and I re... | Helen took me into the wide old drawing-room, now brilliantly lighted. A heavy lamp was on each of the four brackets in the corners, and another swung from the centre of the ceiling, and candelabra threw many lights from the piano. Never before had I seen this room in such a blaze of light. During the last week or two ... | is the word which best describes you.” Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed “those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs” . Frock-coats suited him, but I am not partial to them on every one. They look well enough on a podgy, fat, or broad ma... | My Brilliant Career |
“Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla” | Aunt Helen | dog in the hot weather.”<|quote|>“Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla”</|quote|>(aunt Helen was introducing us). | off. It would kill a dog in the hot weather.”<|quote|>“Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla”</|quote|>(aunt Helen was introducing us). “You will have to arrange | not done growing yet, though! You are such a little nipper. I could put you in my pocket with ease. You aren’t a scrap like your mother. I’ll give the next shearer who passes a shilling to cut that hair off. It would kill a dog in the hot weather.”<|quote|>“Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla”</|quote|>(aunt Helen was i... | he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!” he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection, “By George, you’re a wonderful-looking girl! You’re sure... | invariably make me laugh. Julius John Bossier, better known as J. J. Bossier, and better still as Jay-Jay—big, fat, burly, broad, a jovial bachelor of forty, too fond of all the opposite sex ever to have settled his affections on one in particular—was well known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes ... | on that night I did not look out of the way ugly. I was still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” S... | or two aunt Helen and I had occupied it every night, but we never lighted more than a single candle on the piano. This had been ample light for our purpose. Aunt Helen would sing in her sweet sad voice all the beautiful old songs I loved, while I curled myself on a mat at her side and read books—the music often compell... | that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would re... | My Brilliant Career |
(aunt Helen was introducing us). | No speaker | this is my niece, Sybylla”<|quote|>(aunt Helen was introducing us).</|quote|>“You will have to arrange | in the hot weather.” “Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla”<|quote|>(aunt Helen was introducing us).</|quote|>“You will have to arrange yourselves—what relation you are, and | are such a little nipper. I could put you in my pocket with ease. You aren’t a scrap like your mother. I’ll give the next shearer who passes a shilling to cut that hair off. It would kill a dog in the hot weather.” “Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla”<|quote|>(aunt Helen was introducing us).</|quote|>“You will have to ... | hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!” he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection, “By George, you’re a wonderful-looking girl! You’re surely not done growing yet, though! You ... | Bossier, better known as J. J. Bossier, and better still as Jay-Jay—big, fat, burly, broad, a jovial bachelor of forty, too fond of all the opposite sex ever to have settled his affections on one in particular—was well known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut... | look out of the way ugly. I was still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face between ... | had occupied it every night, but we never lighted more than a single candle on the piano. This had been ample light for our purpose. Aunt Helen would sing in her sweet sad voice all the beautiful old songs I loved, while I curled myself on a mat at her side and read books—the music often compelling me to forget the rea... | still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly child,... | My Brilliant Career |
“You will have to arrange yourselves—what relation you are, and how to address each other.” | Aunt Helen | (aunt Helen was introducing us).<|quote|>“You will have to arrange yourselves—what relation you are, and how to address each other.”</|quote|>The admiration expressed in his | this is my niece, Sybylla” (aunt Helen was introducing us).<|quote|>“You will have to arrange yourselves—what relation you are, and how to address each other.”</|quote|>The admiration expressed in his clear sharp eyes gave me | I could put you in my pocket with ease. You aren’t a scrap like your mother. I’ll give the next shearer who passes a shilling to cut that hair off. It would kill a dog in the hot weather.” “Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla” (aunt Helen was introducing us).<|quote|>“You will have to arrange yourselves—what relation yo... | “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!” he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection, “By George, you’re a wonderful-looking girl! You’re surely not done growing yet, though! You are such a little nipper. I could ... | J. Bossier, and better still as Jay-Jay—big, fat, burly, broad, a jovial bachelor of forty, too fond of all the opposite sex ever to have settled his affections on one in particular—was well known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back again t... | ugly. I was still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Everard and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying: “... | but we never lighted more than a single candle on the piano. This had been ample light for our purpose. Aunt Helen would sing in her sweet sad voice all the beautiful old songs I loved, while I curled myself on a mat at her side and read books—the music often compelling me to forget the reading, and the reading occasio... | carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which rippled my lips in smiles, which displayed a splendid set of teeth, and I really believe that on that night I di... | My Brilliant Career |
The admiration expressed in his clear sharp eyes gave me a sensation different to any I had ever experienced previously. | No speaker | how to address each other.”<|quote|>The admiration expressed in his clear sharp eyes gave me a sensation different to any I had ever experienced previously.</|quote|>“I suppose I’m a kind | yourselves—what relation you are, and how to address each other.”<|quote|>The admiration expressed in his clear sharp eyes gave me a sensation different to any I had ever experienced previously.</|quote|>“I suppose I’m a kind of uncle and brother in | mother. I’ll give the next shearer who passes a shilling to cut that hair off. It would kill a dog in the hot weather.” “Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla” (aunt Helen was introducing us). “You will have to arrange yourselves—what relation you are, and how to address each other.”<|quote|>The admiration expressed in hi... | what makes my kisses so nice!” he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection, “By George, you’re a wonderful-looking girl! You’re surely not done growing yet, though! You are such a little nipper. I could put you in my pocket with ease. You aren’t a scrap like your mother. I’ll give the next shearer... | too fond of all the opposite sex ever to have settled his affections on one in particular—was well known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back again to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow... | and uncle Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing... | ample light for our purpose. Aunt Helen would sing in her sweet sad voice all the beautiful old songs I loved, while I curled myself on a mat at her side and read books—the music often compelling me to forget the reading, and the reading occasionally rendering me deaf to the music; but through both ever came the solemn... | termed “those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs” . Frock-coats suited him, but I am not partial to them on every one. They look well enough on a podgy, fat, or broad man, but on a skinny one they hang with such a forlorn, dying-duck expression, that they invariably make me laugh. Julius John Bossier, better known as J. ... | My Brilliant Career |
“I suppose I’m a kind of uncle and brother in one, and as either relationship entitles me to a kiss, I’m going to take one,” | Everard Grey | I had ever experienced previously.<|quote|>“I suppose I’m a kind of uncle and brother in one, and as either relationship entitles me to a kiss, I’m going to take one,”</|quote|>he said in a very | a sensation different to any I had ever experienced previously.<|quote|>“I suppose I’m a kind of uncle and brother in one, and as either relationship entitles me to a kiss, I’m going to take one,”</|quote|>he said in a very gallant manner. “You may take | in the hot weather.” “Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla” (aunt Helen was introducing us). “You will have to arrange yourselves—what relation you are, and how to address each other.” The admiration expressed in his clear sharp eyes gave me a sensation different to any I had ever experienced previously.<|quote|>“I suppo... | wonderful-looking girl! You’re surely not done growing yet, though! You are such a little nipper. I could put you in my pocket with ease. You aren’t a scrap like your mother. I’ll give the next shearer who passes a shilling to cut that hair off. It would kill a dog in the hot weather.” “Everard, this is my niece, Sybyl... | and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back again to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hu... | aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing more than an indifferent glance while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty. Yo... | loved, while I curled myself on a mat at her side and read books—the music often compelling me to forget the reading, and the reading occasionally rendering me deaf to the music; but through both ever came the solemn rush of the stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind ceaselessly endeavouring to outstrip a ... | to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.” “But that does not say I am not ugly.” “No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.” Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed “t... | My Brilliant Career |
he said in a very gallant manner. | No speaker | I’m going to take one,”<|quote|>he said in a very gallant manner.</|quote|>“You may take one if | entitles me to a kiss, I’m going to take one,”<|quote|>he said in a very gallant manner.</|quote|>“You may take one if you can,” I said with | how to address each other.” The admiration expressed in his clear sharp eyes gave me a sensation different to any I had ever experienced previously. “I suppose I’m a kind of uncle and brother in one, and as either relationship entitles me to a kiss, I’m going to take one,”<|quote|>he said in a very gallant manner.</|qu... | aren’t a scrap like your mother. I’ll give the next shearer who passes a shilling to cut that hair off. It would kill a dog in the hot weather.” “Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla” (aunt Helen was introducing us). “You will have to arrange yourselves—what relation you are, and how to address each other.” The admiratio... | generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s wh... | some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing more than an indifferent glance while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.” “But that does not say I am not ugly.” “No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is... | occasionally rendering me deaf to the music; but through both ever came the solemn rush of the stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind ceaselessly endeavouring to outstrip a wild vain regret which relentlessly pursued. “Your uncle Julius always has the drawing-room lighted like this; he does not believe in ... | asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing more than an indifferent glance while beside oth... | My Brilliant Career |
“You may take one if you can,” | Sybylla Melvyn | in a very gallant manner.<|quote|>“You may take one if you can,”</|quote|>I said with mischievous defiance, | to take one,” he said in a very gallant manner.<|quote|>“You may take one if you can,”</|quote|>I said with mischievous defiance, springing off the veranda into | expressed in his clear sharp eyes gave me a sensation different to any I had ever experienced previously. “I suppose I’m a kind of uncle and brother in one, and as either relationship entitles me to a kiss, I’m going to take one,” he said in a very gallant manner.<|quote|>“You may take one if you can,”</|quote|>I said ... | give the next shearer who passes a shilling to cut that hair off. It would kill a dog in the hot weather.” “Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla” (aunt Helen was introducing us). “You will have to arrange yourselves—what relation you are, and how to address each other.” The admiration expressed in his clear sharp eyes ga... | matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!” he answered; ... | receive nothing more than an indifferent glance while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.” “But that does not say I am not ugly.” “No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.” Uncle Juliu... | but through both ever came the solemn rush of the stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind ceaselessly endeavouring to outstrip a wild vain regret which relentlessly pursued. “Your uncle Julius always has the drawing-room lighted like this; he does not believe in shadowy half light—calls it sentimental bosh,... | clever maid and dressmaker. My pale blue cashmere dress fitted my fully developed yet girlish figure to perfection. Some of my hair fell in cunning little curls on my forehead; the remainder, tied simply with a piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly to my knees. My toilet had altered me almost beyond recognition. ... | My Brilliant Career |
I said with mischievous defiance, springing off the veranda into the flower-garden. He accepted my challenge, and, being lithe as a cat, a tremendous scamper ensued. Round and round the flower-beds we ran. Uncle Jay-Jay’s beard opened in a broad smile, which ended in a loud laugh. Everard Grey’s coat-tails flew in the ... | No speaker | take one if you can,”<|quote|>I said with mischievous defiance, springing off the veranda into the flower-garden. He accepted my challenge, and, being lithe as a cat, a tremendous scamper ensued. Round and round the flower-beds we ran. Uncle Jay-Jay’s beard opened in a broad smile, which ended in a loud laugh. Everard ... | very gallant manner. “You may take one if you can,”<|quote|>I said with mischievous defiance, springing off the veranda into the flower-garden. He accepted my challenge, and, being lithe as a cat, a tremendous scamper ensued. Round and round the flower-beds we ran. Uncle Jay-Jay’s beard opened in a broad smile, which e... | me a sensation different to any I had ever experienced previously. “I suppose I’m a kind of uncle and brother in one, and as either relationship entitles me to a kiss, I’m going to take one,” he said in a very gallant manner. “You may take one if you can,”<|quote|>I said with mischievous defiance, springing off the ver... | shilling to cut that hair off. It would kill a dog in the hot weather.” “Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla” (aunt Helen was introducing us). “You will have to arrange yourselves—what relation you are, and how to address each other.” The admiration expressed in his clear sharp eyes gave me a sensation different to any ... | round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!” he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length... | while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.” “But that does not say I am not ugly.” “No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.” Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arr... | rush of the stream outside in its weird melancholy, like a wind ceaselessly endeavouring to outstrip a wild vain regret which relentlessly pursued. “Your uncle Julius always has the drawing-room lighted like this; he does not believe in shadowy half light—calls it sentimental bosh,” said aunt Helen in explanation. “Is ... | my knees. My toilet had altered me almost beyond recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth... | My Brilliant Career |
“Gammon, mother! I bet you were often kissed when that youngster’s age. I bet my boots now that you can’t count the times you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.” | Uncle Julius | he dexterously turned the subject.<|quote|>“Gammon, mother! I bet you were often kissed when that youngster’s age. I bet my boots now that you can’t count the times you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.”</|quote|>Grannie’s face melted in a | uncle Jay-Jay’s eyes twinkled as he dexterously turned the subject.<|quote|>“Gammon, mother! I bet you were often kissed when that youngster’s age. I bet my boots now that you can’t count the times you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.”</|quote|>Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she commenced a | and uncomfortable. Grannie had arrived upon the scene, looking the essence of brisk respectability in a black silk gown and a white lace cap. She cast on me a glance of severe disapproval, and denounced my conduct as shameful; but uncle Jay-Jay’s eyes twinkled as he dexterously turned the subject.<|quote|>“Gammon, moth... | Jay-Jay’s beard opened in a broad smile, which ended in a loud laugh. Everard Grey’s coat-tails flew in the breeze he made, and his collar was too high for athletic purposes. I laughed too, and was lost, and we returned to the veranda—Everard in triumph, and I feeling very red and uncomfortable. Grannie had arrived upo... | are, and how to address each other.” The admiration expressed in his clear sharp eyes gave me a sensation different to any I had ever experienced previously. “I suppose I’m a kind of uncle and brother in one, and as either relationship entitles me to a kiss, I’m going to take one,” he said in a very gallant manner. “Yo... | burly, broad, a jovial bachelor of forty, too fond of all the opposite sex ever to have settled his affections on one in particular—was well known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back again to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in... | I beheld a young girl with eyes and skin of the clearest and brightest, and lips of brilliant scarlet, and a chest and pair of arms which would pass muster with the best. If Nature had been in bad humour when moulding my face, she had used her tools craftily in forming my figure. Aunt Helen had proved a clever maid and... | to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back again to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostula... | My Brilliant Career |
Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning, | No speaker | same thing yourself. Now, confess.”<|quote|>Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning,</|quote|>“When I was young.” Aunt | the times you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.”<|quote|>Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning,</|quote|>“When I was young.” Aunt Helen sent me inside lest | severe disapproval, and denounced my conduct as shameful; but uncle Jay-Jay’s eyes twinkled as he dexterously turned the subject. “Gammon, mother! I bet you were often kissed when that youngster’s age. I bet my boots now that you can’t count the times you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.”<|quote|>Grannie’s fa... | I laughed too, and was lost, and we returned to the veranda—Everard in triumph, and I feeling very red and uncomfortable. Grannie had arrived upon the scene, looking the essence of brisk respectability in a black silk gown and a white lace cap. She cast on me a glance of severe disapproval, and denounced my conduct as ... | kind of uncle and brother in one, and as either relationship entitles me to a kiss, I’m going to take one,” he said in a very gallant manner. “You may take one if you can,” I said with mischievous defiance, springing off the veranda into the flower-garden. He accepted my challenge, and, being lithe as a cat, a tremendo... | Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back again to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I exp... | the best. If Nature had been in bad humour when moulding my face, she had used her tools craftily in forming my figure. Aunt Helen had proved a clever maid and dressmaker. My pale blue cashmere dress fitted my fully developed yet girlish figure to perfection. Some of my hair fell in cunning little curls on my forehead;... | known as J. J. Bossier, and better still as Jay-Jay—big, fat, burly, broad, a jovial bachelor of forty, too fond of all the opposite sex ever to have settled his affections on one in particular—was well known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and ... | My Brilliant Career |
“When I was young.” | Mrs. Bossier | anecdote, with that pathetic beginning,<|quote|>“When I was young.”</|quote|>Aunt Helen sent me inside | as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning,<|quote|>“When I was young.”</|quote|>Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, | turned the subject. “Gammon, mother! I bet you were often kissed when that youngster’s age. I bet my boots now that you can’t count the times you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.” Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning,<|quote|>“When I was young.”</|q... | feeling very red and uncomfortable. Grannie had arrived upon the scene, looking the essence of brisk respectability in a black silk gown and a white lace cap. She cast on me a glance of severe disapproval, and denounced my conduct as shameful; but uncle Jay-Jay’s eyes twinkled as he dexterously turned the subject. “Gam... | I’m going to take one,” he said in a very gallant manner. “You may take one if you can,” I said with mischievous defiance, springing off the veranda into the flower-garden. He accepted my challenge, and, being lithe as a cat, a tremendous scamper ensued. Round and round the flower-beds we ran. Uncle Jay-Jay’s beard ope... | to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.”... | her tools craftily in forming my figure. Aunt Helen had proved a clever maid and dressmaker. My pale blue cashmere dress fitted my fully developed yet girlish figure to perfection. Some of my hair fell in cunning little curls on my forehead; the remainder, tied simply with a piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly ... | on one in particular—was well known, respected, and liked from Wagga Wagga to Albury, Forbes to Dandaloo, Bourke to Hay, from Tumut to Monaro, and back again to Peak Hill, as a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself,... | My Brilliant Career |
Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immediately inside the window so that I should not miss the conversation. | No speaker | beginning, “When I was young.”<|quote|>Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immediately inside the window so that I should not miss the conversation.</|quote|>“I should think your niece | little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning, “When I was young.”<|quote|>Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immediately inside the window so that I should not miss the conversation.</|quote|>“I should think your niece is very excitable,” Mr Grey | mother! I bet you were often kissed when that youngster’s age. I bet my boots now that you can’t count the times you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.” Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning, “When I was young.”<|quote|>Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I... | uncomfortable. Grannie had arrived upon the scene, looking the essence of brisk respectability in a black silk gown and a white lace cap. She cast on me a glance of severe disapproval, and denounced my conduct as shameful; but uncle Jay-Jay’s eyes twinkled as he dexterously turned the subject. “Gammon, mother! I bet yo... | one,” he said in a very gallant manner. “You may take one if you can,” I said with mischievous defiance, springing off the veranda into the flower-garden. He accepted my challenge, and, being lithe as a cat, a tremendous scamper ensued. Round and round the flower-beds we ran. Uncle Jay-Jay’s beard opened in a broad smi... | a generous man, a straight goer in business matters, and a jolly good fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s ... | forming my figure. Aunt Helen had proved a clever maid and dressmaker. My pale blue cashmere dress fitted my fully developed yet girlish figure to perfection. Some of my hair fell in cunning little curls on my forehead; the remainder, tied simply with a piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly to my knees. My toilet... | “But that does not say I am not ugly.” “No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best describes you.” Uncle Julius had the upper part of his ponderous figure arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kindly to what he termed “those skittish sparrow-tailed affairs” . Frock-coat... | My Brilliant Career |
“I should think your niece is very excitable,” | Everard Grey | should not miss the conversation.<|quote|>“I should think your niece is very excitable,”</|quote|>Mr Grey was saying to | the window so that I should not miss the conversation.<|quote|>“I should think your niece is very excitable,”</|quote|>Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen. “Oh, very.” “Yes; | thing yourself. Now, confess.” Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning, “When I was young.” Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immediately inside the window so that I should not miss the conversation.<|quote|>“I should thi... | me a glance of severe disapproval, and denounced my conduct as shameful; but uncle Jay-Jay’s eyes twinkled as he dexterously turned the subject. “Gammon, mother! I bet you were often kissed when that youngster’s age. I bet my boots now that you can’t count the times you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.” Grann... | flower-garden. He accepted my challenge, and, being lithe as a cat, a tremendous scamper ensued. Round and round the flower-beds we ran. Uncle Jay-Jay’s beard opened in a broad smile, which ended in a loud laugh. Everard Grey’s coat-tails flew in the breeze he made, and his collar was too high for athletic purposes. I ... | is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!” he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection, “By George, you’re a wonderful-look... | Some of my hair fell in cunning little curls on my forehead; the remainder, tied simply with a piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly to my knees. My toilet had altered me almost beyond recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plaster... | skittish sparrow-tailed affairs” . Frock-coats suited him, but I am not partial to them on every one. They look well enough on a podgy, fat, or broad man, but on a skinny one they hang with such a forlorn, dying-duck expression, that they invariably make me laugh. Julius John Bossier, better known as J. J. Bossier, an... | My Brilliant Career |
Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen. | No speaker | your niece is very excitable,”<|quote|>Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen.</|quote|>“Oh, very.” “Yes; I have | the conversation. “I should think your niece is very excitable,”<|quote|>Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen.</|quote|>“Oh, very.” “Yes; I have never seen any but very | a smile as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning, “When I was young.” Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immediately inside the window so that I should not miss the conversation. “I should think your niece is very excitable,”<|quote|>Mr Grey was saying to ... | my conduct as shameful; but uncle Jay-Jay’s eyes twinkled as he dexterously turned the subject. “Gammon, mother! I bet you were often kissed when that youngster’s age. I bet my boots now that you can’t count the times you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.” Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she commenced a li... | as a cat, a tremendous scamper ensued. Round and round the flower-beds we ran. Uncle Jay-Jay’s beard opened in a broad smile, which ended in a loud laugh. Everard Grey’s coat-tails flew in the breeze he made, and his collar was too high for athletic purposes. I laughed too, and was lost, and we returned to the veranda—... | a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!” he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection, “By George, you’re a wonderful-looking girl! You’re surely not done growing yet,... | curls on my forehead; the remainder, tied simply with a piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly to my knees. My toilet had altered me almost beyond recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing ... | enough on a podgy, fat, or broad man, but on a skinny one they hang with such a forlorn, dying-duck expression, that they invariably make me laugh. Julius John Bossier, better known as J. J. Bossier, and better still as Jay-Jay—big, fat, burly, broad, a jovial bachelor of forty, too fond of all the opposite sex ever to... | My Brilliant Career |
“Oh, very.” | Aunt Helen | was saying to aunt Helen.<|quote|>“Oh, very.”</|quote|>“Yes; I have never seen | is very excitable,” Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen.<|quote|>“Oh, very.”</|quote|>“Yes; I have never seen any but very highly strung | anecdote, with that pathetic beginning, “When I was young.” Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immediately inside the window so that I should not miss the conversation. “I should think your niece is very excitable,” Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen.<|quote|>“Oh, very.”</|quote|>“... | eyes twinkled as he dexterously turned the subject. “Gammon, mother! I bet you were often kissed when that youngster’s age. I bet my boots now that you can’t count the times you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.” Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning,... | Round and round the flower-beds we ran. Uncle Jay-Jay’s beard opened in a broad smile, which ended in a loud laugh. Everard Grey’s coat-tails flew in the breeze he made, and his collar was too high for athletic purposes. I laughed too, and was lost, and we returned to the veranda—Everard in triumph, and I feeling very ... | “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!” he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection, “By George, you’re a wonderful-looking girl! You’re surely not done growing yet, though! You are such a little nipper. I could ... | simply with a piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly to my knees. My toilet had altered me almost beyond recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twen... | previously. “I suppose I’m a kind of uncle and brother in one, and as either relationship entitles me to a kiss, I’m going to take one,” he said in a very gallant manner. “You may take one if you can,” I said with mischievous defiance, springing off the veranda into the flower-garden. He accepted my challenge, and, bei... | My Brilliant Career |
“Yes; I have never seen any but very highly strung temperaments have that transparent brilliance of expression.” | Everard Grey | to aunt Helen. “Oh, very.”<|quote|>“Yes; I have never seen any but very highly strung temperaments have that transparent brilliance of expression.”</|quote|>“She is very variable—one moment | excitable,” Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen. “Oh, very.”<|quote|>“Yes; I have never seen any but very highly strung temperaments have that transparent brilliance of expression.”</|quote|>“She is very variable—one moment all joy, and the next | that pathetic beginning, “When I was young.” Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immediately inside the window so that I should not miss the conversation. “I should think your niece is very excitable,” Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen. “Oh, very.”<|quote|>“Yes; I have never seen a... | as he dexterously turned the subject. “Gammon, mother! I bet you were often kissed when that youngster’s age. I bet my boots now that you can’t count the times you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.” Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning, “When I was y... | round the flower-beds we ran. Uncle Jay-Jay’s beard opened in a broad smile, which ended in a loud laugh. Everard Grey’s coat-tails flew in the breeze he made, and his collar was too high for athletic purposes. I laughed too, and was lost, and we returned to the veranda—Everard in triumph, and I feeling very red and un... | old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!” he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection, “By George, you’re a wonderful-looking girl! You’re surely not done growing yet, though! You are such a little nipper. I could put you in ... | a piece of ribbon, hung in thick waves nearly to my knees. My toilet had altered me almost beyond recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and ... | him, but I am not partial to them on every one. They look well enough on a podgy, fat, or broad man, but on a skinny one they hang with such a forlorn, dying-duck expression, that they invariably make me laugh. Julius John Bossier, better known as J. J. Bossier, and better still as Jay-Jay—big, fat, burly, broad, a jov... | My Brilliant Career |
“She is very variable—one moment all joy, and the next the reverse.” | Aunt Helen | that transparent brilliance of expression.”<|quote|>“She is very variable—one moment all joy, and the next the reverse.”</|quote|>“She has a very striking | very highly strung temperaments have that transparent brilliance of expression.”<|quote|>“She is very variable—one moment all joy, and the next the reverse.”</|quote|>“She has a very striking face. I don’t know what | and I stationed myself immediately inside the window so that I should not miss the conversation. “I should think your niece is very excitable,” Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen. “Oh, very.” “Yes; I have never seen any but very highly strung temperaments have that transparent brilliance of expression.”<|quote|>“She is v... | age. I bet my boots now that you can’t count the times you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.” Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning, “When I was young.” Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immediately inside the ... | loud laugh. Everard Grey’s coat-tails flew in the breeze he made, and his collar was too high for athletic purposes. I laughed too, and was lost, and we returned to the veranda—Everard in triumph, and I feeling very red and uncomfortable. Grannie had arrived upon the scene, looking the essence of brisk respectability i... | so nice!” he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection, “By George, you’re a wonderful-looking girl! You’re surely not done growing yet, though! You are such a little nipper. I could put you in my pocket with ease. You aren’t a scrap like your mother. I’ll give the next shearer who passes a shillin... | almost beyond recognition. It made me look my age—sixteen years and ten months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which ripp... | in the hot weather.” “Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla” (aunt Helen was introducing us). “You will have to arrange yourselves—what relation you are, and how to address each other.” The admiration expressed in his clear sharp eyes gave me a sensation different to any I had ever experienced previously. “I suppose I’m a... | My Brilliant Career |
“She has a very striking face. I don’t know what it is that makes it so.” | Everard Grey | and the next the reverse.”<|quote|>“She has a very striking face. I don’t know what it is that makes it so.”</|quote|>“It may be her complexion,” | very variable—one moment all joy, and the next the reverse.”<|quote|>“She has a very striking face. I don’t know what it is that makes it so.”</|quote|>“It may be her complexion,” said aunt Helen; “her skin | not miss the conversation. “I should think your niece is very excitable,” Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen. “Oh, very.” “Yes; I have never seen any but very highly strung temperaments have that transparent brilliance of expression.” “She is very variable—one moment all joy, and the next the reverse.”<|quote|>“She has a... | you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.” Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning, “When I was young.” Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immediately inside the window so that I should not miss the conversation. “I s... | his collar was too high for athletic purposes. I laughed too, and was lost, and we returned to the veranda—Everard in triumph, and I feeling very red and uncomfortable. Grannie had arrived upon the scene, looking the essence of brisk respectability in a black silk gown and a white lace cap. She cast on me a glance of s... | “By George, you’re a wonderful-looking girl! You’re surely not done growing yet, though! You are such a little nipper. I could put you in my pocket with ease. You aren’t a scrap like your mother. I’ll give the next shearer who passes a shilling to cut that hair off. It would kill a dog in the hot weather.” “Everard, th... | months—whereas before, when dressed carelessly and with my hair plastered in a tight coil, people not knowing me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which rippled my lips in smiles, which displayed a splendid set of teeth, and I re... | Grey’s coat-tails flew in the breeze he made, and his collar was too high for athletic purposes. I laughed too, and was lost, and we returned to the veranda—Everard in triumph, and I feeling very red and uncomfortable. Grannie had arrived upon the scene, looking the essence of brisk respectability in a black silk gown ... | My Brilliant Career |
“It may be her complexion,” | Aunt Helen | is that makes it so.”<|quote|>“It may be her complexion,”</|quote|>said aunt Helen; “her skin | I don’t know what it is that makes it so.”<|quote|>“It may be her complexion,”</|quote|>said aunt Helen; “her skin is whiter than the fairest | to aunt Helen. “Oh, very.” “Yes; I have never seen any but very highly strung temperaments have that transparent brilliance of expression.” “She is very variable—one moment all joy, and the next the reverse.” “She has a very striking face. I don’t know what it is that makes it so.”<|quote|>“It may be her complexion,”</... | commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning, “When I was young.” Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immediately inside the window so that I should not miss the conversation. “I should think your niece is very excitable,” Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen. “Oh, very.”... | returned to the veranda—Everard in triumph, and I feeling very red and uncomfortable. Grannie had arrived upon the scene, looking the essence of brisk respectability in a black silk gown and a white lace cap. She cast on me a glance of severe disapproval, and denounced my conduct as shameful; but uncle Jay-Jay’s eyes t... | a little nipper. I could put you in my pocket with ease. You aren’t a scrap like your mother. I’ll give the next shearer who passes a shilling to cut that hair off. It would kill a dog in the hot weather.” “Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla” (aunt Helen was introducing us). “You will have to arrange yourselves—what re... | knowing me would not believe that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which rippled my lips in smiles, which displayed a splendid set of teeth, and I really believe that on that night I did not look out of the way ugly. I was still admiring my reflection... | uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!” he answered; and, after holding me at arm’s-length for inspection, “By George, you’re a wonderful-looking girl! You’re surely not done growing yet, though! You are such a... | My Brilliant Career |
said aunt Helen; | No speaker | “It may be her complexion,”<|quote|>said aunt Helen;</|quote|>“her skin is whiter than | is that makes it so.” “It may be her complexion,”<|quote|>said aunt Helen;</|quote|>“her skin is whiter than the fairest blonde, and her | “Yes; I have never seen any but very highly strung temperaments have that transparent brilliance of expression.” “She is very variable—one moment all joy, and the next the reverse.” “She has a very striking face. I don’t know what it is that makes it so.” “It may be her complexion,”<|quote|>said aunt Helen;</|quote|>“h... | that pathetic beginning, “When I was young.” Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immediately inside the window so that I should not miss the conversation. “I should think your niece is very excitable,” Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen. “Oh, very.” “Yes; I have never seen any but v... | triumph, and I feeling very red and uncomfortable. Grannie had arrived upon the scene, looking the essence of brisk respectability in a black silk gown and a white lace cap. She cast on me a glance of severe disapproval, and denounced my conduct as shameful; but uncle Jay-Jay’s eyes twinkled as he dexterously turned th... | put you in my pocket with ease. You aren’t a scrap like your mother. I’ll give the next shearer who passes a shilling to cut that hair off. It would kill a dog in the hot weather.” “Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla” (aunt Helen was introducing us). “You will have to arrange yourselves—what relation you are, and how t... | that I was under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which rippled my lips in smiles, which displayed a splendid set of teeth, and I really believe that on that night I did not look out of the way ugly. I was still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to ... | purposes. I laughed too, and was lost, and we returned to the veranda—Everard in triumph, and I feeling very red and uncomfortable. Grannie had arrived upon the scene, looking the essence of brisk respectability in a black silk gown and a white lace cap. She cast on me a glance of severe disapproval, and denounced my c... | My Brilliant Career |
“her skin is whiter than the fairest blonde, and her eyebrows and lashes very dark. Be very careful you do not say anything that would let her know you think her not nice looking. She broods over her appearance in such a morbid manner. It is a weak point with her, so be careful not to sting her sensitiveness in that re... | Aunt Helen | her complexion,” said aunt Helen;<|quote|>“her skin is whiter than the fairest blonde, and her eyebrows and lashes very dark. Be very careful you do not say anything that would let her know you think her not nice looking. She broods over her appearance in such a morbid manner. It is a weak point with her, so be careful... | it so.” “It may be her complexion,” said aunt Helen;<|quote|>“her skin is whiter than the fairest blonde, and her eyebrows and lashes very dark. Be very careful you do not say anything that would let her know you think her not nice looking. She broods over her appearance in such a morbid manner. It is a weak point with... | never seen any but very highly strung temperaments have that transparent brilliance of expression.” “She is very variable—one moment all joy, and the next the reverse.” “She has a very striking face. I don’t know what it is that makes it so.” “It may be her complexion,” said aunt Helen;<|quote|>“her skin is whiter than... | “When I was young.” Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immediately inside the window so that I should not miss the conversation. “I should think your niece is very excitable,” Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen. “Oh, very.” “Yes; I have never seen any but very highly strung tempera... | feeling very red and uncomfortable. Grannie had arrived upon the scene, looking the essence of brisk respectability in a black silk gown and a white lace cap. She cast on me a glance of severe disapproval, and denounced my conduct as shameful; but uncle Jay-Jay’s eyes twinkled as he dexterously turned the subject. “Gam... | my pocket with ease. You aren’t a scrap like your mother. I’ll give the next shearer who passes a shilling to cut that hair off. It would kill a dog in the hot weather.” “Everard, this is my niece, Sybylla” (aunt Helen was introducing us). “You will have to arrange yourselves—what relation you are, and how to address e... | under twenty. Joy and merriment lit up my face, which glowed with youth, health, and happiness, which rippled my lips in smiles, which displayed a splendid set of teeth, and I really believe that on that night I did not look out of the way ugly. I was still admiring my reflection when aunt Helen returned to say that Ev... | the veranda—Everard in triumph, and I feeling very red and uncomfortable. Grannie had arrived upon the scene, looking the essence of brisk respectability in a black silk gown and a white lace cap. She cast on me a glance of severe disapproval, and denounced my conduct as shameful; but uncle Jay-Jay’s eyes twinkled as h... | My Brilliant Career |
“Plain-looking! Why, I think she has one of the most fascinating faces I’ve seen for some time, and her eyes are simply magnificent. What colour are they?” | Everard Grey | her sensitiveness in that respect.”<|quote|>“Plain-looking! Why, I think she has one of the most fascinating faces I’ve seen for some time, and her eyes are simply magnificent. What colour are they?”</|quote|>“The grass is not bad | be careful not to sting her sensitiveness in that respect.”<|quote|>“Plain-looking! Why, I think she has one of the most fascinating faces I’ve seen for some time, and her eyes are simply magnificent. What colour are they?”</|quote|>“The grass is not bad about Sydney. I think I | lashes very dark. Be very careful you do not say anything that would let her know you think her not nice looking. She broods over her appearance in such a morbid manner. It is a weak point with her, so be careful not to sting her sensitiveness in that respect.”<|quote|>“Plain-looking! Why, I think she has one of the mo... | of expression.” “She is very variable—one moment all joy, and the next the reverse.” “She has a very striking face. I don’t know what it is that makes it so.” “It may be her complexion,” said aunt Helen; “her skin is whiter than the fairest blonde, and her eyebrows and lashes very dark. Be very careful you do not say a... | that youngster’s age. I bet my boots now that you can’t count the times you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.” Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning, “When I was young.” Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immedi... | expressed in his clear sharp eyes gave me a sensation different to any I had ever experienced previously. “I suppose I’m a kind of uncle and brother in one, and as either relationship entitles me to a kiss, I’m going to take one,” he said in a very gallant manner. “You may take one if you can,” I said with mischievous ... | Julius were smoking on the veranda and asking for me. “What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?” “Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing more than... | in triumph, and I feeling very red and uncomfortable. Grannie had arrived upon the scene, looking the essence of brisk respectability in a black silk gown and a white lace cap. She cast on me a glance of severe disapproval, and denounced my conduct as shameful; but uncle Jay-Jay’s eyes twinkled as he dexterously turned... | My Brilliant Career |
“The grass is not bad about Sydney. I think I will send a truck of fat wethers away next week,” | Uncle Julius | magnificent. What colour are they?”<|quote|>“The grass is not bad about Sydney. I think I will send a truck of fat wethers away next week,”</|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie. | and her eyes are simply magnificent. What colour are they?”<|quote|>“The grass is not bad about Sydney. I think I will send a truck of fat wethers away next week,”</|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie. “It is getting quite dark. | in such a morbid manner. It is a weak point with her, so be careful not to sting her sensitiveness in that respect.” “Plain-looking! Why, I think she has one of the most fascinating faces I’ve seen for some time, and her eyes are simply magnificent. What colour are they?”<|quote|>“The grass is not bad about Sydney. I t... | makes it so.” “It may be her complexion,” said aunt Helen; “her skin is whiter than the fairest blonde, and her eyebrows and lashes very dark. Be very careful you do not say anything that would let her know you think her not nice looking. She broods over her appearance in such a morbid manner. It is a weak point with h... | smile as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning, “When I was young.” Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immediately inside the window so that I should not miss the conversation. “I should think your niece is very excitable,” Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen... | in one, and as either relationship entitles me to a kiss, I’m going to take one,” he said in a very gallant manner. “You may take one if you can,” I said with mischievous defiance, springing off the veranda into the flower-garden. He accepted my challenge, and, being lithe as a cat, a tremendous scamper ensued. Round a... | me not completely hideous!” She took my face between her hands, saying: “Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing more than an indifferent glance while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.” “But that doe... | you were often kissed when that youngster’s age. I bet my boots now that you can’t count the times you did the same thing yourself. Now, confess.” Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she commenced a little anecdote, with that pathetic beginning, “When I was young.” Aunt Helen sent me inside lest I should catch cold, an... | My Brilliant Career |
said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie. | No speaker | fat wethers away next week,”<|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie.</|quote|>“It is getting quite dark. | will send a truck of fat wethers away next week,”<|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie.</|quote|>“It is getting quite dark. Let’s get in to dinner | in that respect.” “Plain-looking! Why, I think she has one of the most fascinating faces I’ve seen for some time, and her eyes are simply magnificent. What colour are they?” “The grass is not bad about Sydney. I think I will send a truck of fat wethers away next week,”<|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie.</|quote|>“I... | her eyebrows and lashes very dark. Be very careful you do not say anything that would let her know you think her not nice looking. She broods over her appearance in such a morbid manner. It is a weak point with her, so be careful not to sting her sensitiveness in that respect.” “Plain-looking! Why, I think she has one ... | lest I should catch cold, and I stationed myself immediately inside the window so that I should not miss the conversation. “I should think your niece is very excitable,” Mr Grey was saying to aunt Helen. “Oh, very.” “Yes; I have never seen any but very highly strung temperaments have that transparent brilliance of expr... | very gallant manner. “You may take one if you can,” I said with mischievous defiance, springing off the veranda into the flower-garden. He accepted my challenge, and, being lithe as a cat, a tremendous scamper ensued. Round and round the flower-beds we ran. Uncle Jay-Jay’s beard opened in a broad smile, which ended in ... | features, which would receive nothing more than an indifferent glance while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty. Yours is one of those last mentioned.” “But that does not say I am not ugly.” “No one would dream of calling you plain, let alone ugly; brilliant is the word which best descr... | fellow all round. I was very proud to call him uncle. “So this is yourself, is it!” he exclaimed, giving me a tremendous hug. “Oh, uncle,” I expostulated, “wipe your old kisses off! Your breath smells horribly of whisky and tobacco.” “Gammon, that’s what makes my kisses so nice!” he answered; and, after holding me at a... | My Brilliant Career |
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