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“It is getting quite dark. Let’s get in to dinner at once,” | Mrs. Bossier | said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie.<|quote|>“It is getting quite dark. Let’s get in to dinner at once,”</|quote|>said grannie. During the meal | fat wethers away next week,” said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie.<|quote|>“It is getting quite dark. Let’s get in to dinner at once,”</|quote|>said grannie. During the meal I took an opportunity of | 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,” said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie.<|quote|>“It is getting quite dark. Let’s get in to dinner ... | 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 of the most fascinating faces... | 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.” “She is very vari... | 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 a loud laugh. Everard Grey’s c... | 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 Julius had the upper ... | 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,... | My Brilliant Career |
said grannie. During the meal I took an opportunity of studying the appearance of Everard Grey. He had a typically aristocratic English face, even to the cold rather heartless expression, which is as established a point of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had be... | No speaker | in to dinner at once,”<|quote|>said grannie. During the meal I took an opportunity of studying the appearance of Everard Grey. He had a typically aristocratic English face, even to the cold rather heartless expression, which is as established a point of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred hors... | getting quite dark. Let’s get in to dinner at once,”<|quote|>said grannie. During the meal I took an opportunity of studying the appearance of Everard Grey. He had a typically aristocratic English face, even to the cold rather heartless expression, which is as established a point of an English blue blood as an arched ... | 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,” said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie. “It is getting quite dark. Let’s get in to dinner at once,”<|quote|>said grannie. During the meal I took an opportuni... | 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 of the most fascinating faces I’ve seen for some time, and her eyes are simply magnificent... | 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.” “She has a very st... | 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 breeze he made, and his collar was too high for ... | 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 arrayed in a frock-coat. He did not take kind... | 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 shilling to cut that... | My Brilliant Career |
“The Vicar of Bray” | No speaker | musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled<|quote|>“The Vicar of Bray”</|quote|>and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in | of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled<|quote|>“The Vicar of Bray”</|quote|>and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a stentorian bass voice, holding | heartless expression, which is as established a point of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled<|quote|>“The Vicar of Bray”</... | fat wethers away next week,” said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie. “It is getting quite dark. Let’s get in to dinner at once,” said grannie. During the meal I took an opportunity of studying the appearance of Everard Grey. He had a typically aristocratic English face, even to the cold rather heartless expression, which is as... | 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 respect.” “Plain-looki... | 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... | 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 jovial bachelor of forty, too fo... | 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 tremendous scamp... | My Brilliant Career |
and | No speaker | bawled “The Vicar of Bray”<|quote|>and</|quote|>“Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a | delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray”<|quote|>and</|quote|>“Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a stentorian bass voice, holding me | as established a point of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray”<|quote|>and</|quote|>“Drink, Puppy, Drin... | week,” said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie. “It is getting quite dark. Let’s get in to dinner at once,” said grannie. During the meal I took an opportunity of studying the appearance of Everard Grey. He had a typically aristocratic English face, even to the cold rather heartless expression, which is as established a point o... | 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 respect.” “Plain-looking! Why, I think she has ... | 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 you were often kissed when that young... | 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 jovial bachelor of forty, too fond of all the oppos... | “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, being lithe as ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Drink, Puppy, Drink” | No speaker | “The Vicar of Bray” and<|quote|>“Drink, Puppy, Drink”</|quote|>in a stentorian bass voice, | musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and<|quote|>“Drink, Puppy, Drink”</|quote|>in a stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, | established a point of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and<|quote|>“Drink, Puppy, Drink”</|quote|>... | said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie. “It is getting quite dark. Let’s get in to dinner at once,” said grannie. During the meal I took an opportunity of studying the appearance of Everard Grey. He had a typically aristocratic English face, even to the cold rather heartless expression, which is as established a point of an En... | 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 ... | 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 you were often kissed when that youngster’... | 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 jovial bachelor of forty, too fond of all the opposite s... | 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.” Grannie’s face melted in a smile as she ... | My Brilliant Career |
in a stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, tickling, pulling my hair, and shaking me up and down between whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering | No speaker | Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink”<|quote|>in a stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, tickling, pulling my hair, and shaking me up and down between whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering</|quote|>“The Holy City” . Everard | Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink”<|quote|>in a stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, tickling, pulling my hair, and shaking me up and down between whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering</|quote|>“The Holy City” . Everard Grey sang several new songs, | of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink”<|quote|>in a stentorian bass voice, h... | to grannie. “It is getting quite dark. Let’s get in to dinner at once,” said grannie. During the meal I took an opportunity of studying the appearance of Everard Grey. He had a typically aristocratic English face, even to the cold rather heartless expression, which is as established a point of an English blue blood as... | 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 of the most fasci... | 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 you were often kissed when that youngster’s age. I bet my boo... | 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 have s... | 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; “her skin is whiter than the fai... | My Brilliant Career |
“The Holy City” | No speaker | Hawden favoured us by rendering<|quote|>“The Holy City”</|quote|>. Everard Grey sang several | and down between whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering<|quote|>“The Holy City”</|quote|>. Everard Grey sang several new songs, which was a | and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, tickling, pulling my hair, and shaking me up and down between whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering<|quote|>“The Holy City”</|quote|>... | Grey. He had a typically aristocratic English face, even to the cold rather heartless expression, which is as established a point of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a de... | 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?” “The grass is not bad about Sydney. I think I will send... | 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 little anecdote,... | 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... | 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.” “She has a very striking face. ... | My Brilliant Career |
. Everard Grey sang several new songs, which was a great treat, as he had a well-trained and musical baritone voice. He was a veritable carpet knight, and though not a fop, was exquisitely dressed in full evening costume, and showed his long pedigreed blood in every line of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure.... | No speaker | by rendering “The Holy City”<|quote|>. Everard Grey sang several new songs, which was a great treat, as he had a well-trained and musical baritone voice. He was a veritable carpet knight, and though not a fop, was exquisitely dressed in full evening costume, and showed his long pedigreed blood in every line of his clea... | whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering “The Holy City”<|quote|>. Everard Grey sang several new songs, which was a great treat, as he had a well-trained and musical baritone voice. He was a veritable carpet knight, and though not a fop, was exquisitely dressed in full evening costume, and showed his long pedigreed b... | of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, tickling, pulling my hair, and shaking me up and down between whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering “The Holy City”<|quote|>. Everard Grey sang se... | a typically aristocratic English face, even to the cold rather heartless expression, which is as established a point of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musi... | 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?” “The grass is not bad about Sydney. I think I will send a truck of fat w... | 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 little anecdote, with that pathetic ... | 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 agai... | 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 respect... | My Brilliant Career |
“Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” | Uncle Julius | uncle Jay-Jay said to me,<|quote|>“Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?”</|quote|>“No,” “Can this youngster sing, | song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me,<|quote|>“Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?”</|quote|>“No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings very nicely | full evening costume, and showed his long pedigreed blood in every line of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me,<|quote|>“Now it’s your turn, me fine ... | up and down between whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering “The Holy City” . Everard Grey sang several new songs, which was a great treat, as he had a well-trained and musical baritone voice. He was a veritable carpet knight, and though not a fop, was exquisitely dressed in full evening costume, and showed his long... | meal I took an opportunity of studying the appearance of Everard Grey. He had a typically aristocratic English face, even to the cold rather heartless expression, which is as established a point of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, c... | “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.” “She has a very striking face. I don’t know w... | 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... | 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 red an... | My Brilliant Career |
“No,” | Sybylla Melvyn | but you. Can you sing?”<|quote|>“No,”</|quote|>“Can this youngster sing, Helen?” | something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?”<|quote|>“No,”</|quote|>“Can this youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings very nicely to | He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?”<|quote|>“No,”</|quote|>“Can this youngster sing, He... | songs, which was a great treat, as he had a well-trained and musical baritone voice. He was a veritable carpet knight, and though not a fop, was exquisitely dressed in full evening costume, and showed his long pedigreed blood in every line of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the ... | to the cold rather heartless expression, which is as established a point of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar... | 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; “her skin is whiter than the fai... | 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 my pocket with e... | 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 very highly str... | My Brilliant Career |
“Can this youngster sing, Helen?” | Uncle Julius | you. Can you sing?” “No,”<|quote|>“Can this youngster sing, Helen?”</|quote|>“She sings very nicely to | to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,”<|quote|>“Can this youngster sing, Helen?”</|quote|>“She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do | was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,”<|quote|>“Can this youngster sing, Helen?”</|quot... | which was a great treat, as he had a well-trained and musical baritone voice. He was a veritable carpet knight, and though not a fop, was exquisitely dressed in full evening costume, and showed his long pedigreed blood in every line of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, ... | the cold rather heartless expression, which is as established a point of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of... | 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; “her skin is whiter than the fairest b... | 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 my pocket with ease. ... | 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 window so that I sho... | My Brilliant Career |
“She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?” | Aunt Helen | “Can this youngster sing, Helen?”<|quote|>“She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?”</|quote|>Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear | you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?”<|quote|>“She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?”</|quote|>Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me | the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?”<|quote|>“She sings very nicely to hers... | as he had a well-trained and musical baritone voice. He was a veritable carpet knight, and though not a fop, was exquisitely dressed in full evening costume, and showed his long pedigreed blood in every line of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s a... | which is as established a point of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a ... | 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; “her skin is whiter than the fairest blonde, and her eyebrows a... | 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 my pocket with ease. You aren’t a scrap like your moth... | 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 her, so... | My Brilliant Career |
Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something. To get away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing till I made the echoes ring, was one of the chief joys of my existence, but... | No speaker | Will you try something, Sybylla?”<|quote|>Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something. To get away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing till I made the echoes ring, was ... | she would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?”<|quote|>Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something. To get away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing ... | me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?”<|quote|>Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hea... | in full evening costume, and showed his long pedigreed blood in every line of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady.... | wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, tickling, pulling my hair, and shaking me up and down between ... | 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 anything that would let her know you think her not nice looking. She broods over her appearance i... | 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, this is my niece, Syb... | get in to dinner at once,” said grannie. During the meal I took an opportunity of studying the appearance of Everard Grey. He had a typically aristocratic English face, even to the cold rather heartless expression, which is as established a point of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Three Fishers Went Sailing” | No speaker | effort in my old favourite,<|quote|>“Three Fishers Went Sailing”</|quote|>. The beauty of the | However, tonight I made an effort in my old favourite,<|quote|>“Three Fishers Went Sailing”</|quote|>. The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s | till I made the echoes ring, was one of the chief joys of my existence, but I had never made a success in singing to company. Besides losing all nerve, I had a very queer voice, which every one remarked. However, tonight I made an effort in my old favourite,<|quote|>“Three Fishers Went Sailing”</|quote|>. The beauty of... | you try something, Sybylla?” Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something. To get away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing till I made the echoes ring, was one of the ch... | fop, was exquisitely dressed in full evening costume, and showed his long pedigreed blood in every line of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now ... | 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,” said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie. “It is getting quite dark. Let’s get in to dinner at once,” said grannie. During the meal I took an opportunity ... | 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 defiance, springing off the veranda into the flower-garden. He accepted... | 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; “her skin is whiter than the fairest blonde, and her eye... | My Brilliant Career |
. The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, | No speaker | favourite, “Three Fishers Went Sailing”<|quote|>. The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said,</|... | an effort in my old favourite, “Three Fishers Went Sailing”<|quote|>. The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on th... | echoes ring, was one of the chief joys of my existence, but I had never made a success in singing to company. Besides losing all nerve, I had a very queer voice, which every one remarked. However, tonight I made an effort in my old favourite, “Three Fishers Went Sailing”<|quote|>. The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch p... | Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something. To get away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing till I made the echoes ring, was one of the chief joys of my existence, but... | in full evening costume, and showed his long pedigreed blood in every line of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady.... | 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,” said uncle Jay-Jay to grannie. “It is getting quite dark. Let’s get in to dinner at once,” said grannie. During the meal I took an opportunity of studying the appe... | 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... | 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?” “The grass is not bad about Sydney. I think I will send a truck of fat wethers away next week,” said unc... | My Brilliant Career |
“Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” | Everard Grey | on the stool and said,<|quote|>“Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!”</|quote|>“Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” | ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said,<|quote|>“Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!”</|quote|>“Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” I said shortly. “Upo... | “Three Fishers Went Sailing” . The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said,<|quote|>“Do you know ... | till I made the echoes ring, was one of the chief joys of my existence, but I had never made a success in singing to company. Besides losing all nerve, I had a very queer voice, which every one remarked. However, tonight I made an effort in my old favourite, “Three Fishers Went Sailing” . The beauty of the full-toned R... | uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?” Uncle Jay-Jay... | once,” said grannie. During the meal I took an opportunity of studying the appearance of Everard Grey. He had a typically aristocratic English face, even to the cold rather heartless expression, which is as established a point of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife... | 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 breeze he made, and his collar was too high ... | of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “N... | My Brilliant Career |
“Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” | Sybylla Melvyn | feeling, such rarity of tone!”<|quote|>“Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,”</|quote|>I said shortly. “Upon my | were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!”<|quote|>“Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,”</|quote|>I said shortly. “Upon my word as a man, I | When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!”<|quote|>“Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,”</|quote|>I said... | every one remarked. However, tonight I made an effort in my old favourite, “Three Fishers Went Sailing” . The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song c... | sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?” Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something. To get away to myself, where I was sure no one could be... | of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a stentorian bass voice, holding m... | 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 upon the scene, looking the essence of brisk respectabil... | tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing,... | My Brilliant Career |
I said shortly. | No speaker | “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,”<|quote|>I said shortly.</|quote|>“Upon my word as a | feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,”<|quote|>I said shortly.</|quote|>“Upon my word as a man, I mean every word | Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,”<|quote|>I said shortly.</|quote|>“Upon my word ... | I made an effort in my old favourite, “Three Fishers Went Sailing” . The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the... | know how she would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?” Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something. To get away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing... | as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, ... | 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 ... | of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a stentorian bass voice, holding m... | My Brilliant Career |
“Upon my word as a man, I mean every word I say,” | Everard Grey | Mr Grey,” I said shortly.<|quote|>“Upon my word as a man, I mean every word I say,”</|quote|>he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s | of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” I said shortly.<|quote|>“Upon my word as a man, I mean every word I say,”</|quote|>he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opinion on artistic matters was | on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” I said shortly.<|quote|>“Upon my word as a man, I mean every word I s... | effort in my old favourite, “Three Fishers Went Sailing” . The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and... | would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?” Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something. To get away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing till I made ... | neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, tickling, pul... | 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 and a white lace cap. S... | you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?” Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave ... | My Brilliant Career |
he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opinion on artistic matters was considered worth having. He dabbled in all the arts—writing, music, acting, and sketching, and went to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had ... | No speaker | mean every word I say,”<|quote|>he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opinion on artistic matters was considered worth having. He dabbled in all the arts—writing, music, acting, and sketching, and went to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would ... | word as a man, I mean every word I say,”<|quote|>he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opinion on artistic matters was considered worth having. He dabbled in all the arts—writing, music, acting, and sketching, and went to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by so... | of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” I said shortly. “Upon my word as a man, I mean every word I say,”<|quote|>he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opi... | of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voi... | to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something. To get away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing till I made the echoes ring, was one of the chief joys of my existence, but I had never made a su... | unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, tickling, pulling my hair, and shaking me up and down between whiles. Mr Haw... | 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 severe disapproval, and denou... | 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 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. ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Can you recite?” | Everard Grey | an intoxicated sensation of joy.<|quote|>“Can you recite?”</|quote|>he inquired. “Yes,” I answered | Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy.<|quote|>“Can you recite?”</|quote|>he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said | from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy.<|quote|>“Can you recite?”</|quote|>he inquired. “Y... | He dabbled in all the arts—writing, music, acting, and sketching, and went to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I... | to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-note... | face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngs... | 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.” “Yes; I have never... | Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, tickling, pulling my hair, and shaking me up and down between whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering “The Holy City” . Everard Grey sang several new songs, which was a great treat, as he ... | My Brilliant Career |
he inquired. | No speaker | of joy. “Can you recite?”<|quote|>he inquired.</|quote|>“Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give | gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?”<|quote|>he inquired.</|quote|>“Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. | treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?”<|quote|>he inquired.</|quote|>“Yes,” I answered... | all the arts—writing, music, acting, and sketching, and went to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voic... | audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeli... | slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Hele... | 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 very h... | fop, was exquisitely dressed in full evening costume, and showed his long pedigreed blood in every line of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Yes,” | Sybylla Melvyn | “Can you recite?” he inquired.<|quote|>“Yes,”</|quote|>I answered firmly. “Give us | an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired.<|quote|>“Yes,”</|quote|>I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I | air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired.<|quote|>“Yes,”</|quote|>I answered firmly. “Gi... | arts—writing, music, acting, and sketching, and went to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which ... | sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarit... | He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings ... | “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... | and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, tickling, pulling my hair, and shaking me up and down between whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering “The Holy City” . Everard Grey sang several new songs, which was a great treat, as he had a well-trained and musical baritone v... | My Brilliant Career |
I answered firmly. | No speaker | you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,”<|quote|>I answered firmly.</|quote|>“Give us something,” said uncle | intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,”<|quote|>I answered firmly.</|quote|>“Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The | Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,”<|quote|>I answered firmly.</|quote|>“Give us... | music, acting, and sketching, and went to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been... | as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of ... | was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings ver... | 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 temperaments ... | carpet knight, and though not a fop, was exquisitely dressed in full evening costume, and showed his long pedigreed blood in every line of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary... | My Brilliant Career |
“Give us something,” | Uncle Julius | inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly.<|quote|>“Give us something,”</|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited | joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly.<|quote|>“Give us something,”</|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . | make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly.<|quote|>“Give us something,”</|quote|>sa... | sketching, and went to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who h... | myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t... | champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings very nicely to ... | 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 temperaments have that tran... | something. To get away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing till I made the echoes ring, was one of the chief joys of my existence, but I had never made a success in singing to company. Besides losing all nerve, I had a very queer voice, which every one remarked. However, tonight I made a... | My Brilliant Career |
said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s | No speaker | answered firmly. “Give us something,”<|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s</|quote|>“The Slave’s Dream” . Everard | recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,”<|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s</|quote|>“The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic | I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,”<|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay. I rec... | to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemous... | that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” ... | piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings very nicely to herself sometime... | 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 temperaments have that transparent brillian... | chief joys of my existence, but I had never made a success in singing to company. Besides losing all nerve, I had a very queer voice, which every one remarked. However, tonight I made an effort in my old favourite, “Three Fishers Went Sailing” . The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympa... | My Brilliant Career |
“The Slave’s Dream” | No speaker | uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s<|quote|>“The Slave’s Dream”</|quote|>. Everard Grey was quite | firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s<|quote|>“The Slave’s Dream”</|quote|>. Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as | often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s<|quote|>“The Slav... | in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my so... | the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” I said shortly. “Upon my wor... | while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage befo... | 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 expression.” “She is ver... | but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?” Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to atte... | My Brilliant Career |
. Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. | No speaker | recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream”<|quote|>. Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing.</|quote|>“Such a voice! Such depth | something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream”<|quote|>. Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing.</|quote|>“Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could | I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream”<|quote|>. Everard G... | he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to s... | Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” I said shortly. “Upon my word as a man, I me... | her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage before company. Wi... | 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.” “She is very variable—o... | clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in su... | My Brilliant Career |
“Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.” | Everard Grey | had been about my singing.<|quote|>“Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.”</|quote|>“By George, she’s a regular | enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing.<|quote|>“Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.”</|quote|>“By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she | sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing.<|quote|>“S... | the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensati... | of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” I said shortly. “Upon my word as a man, I mean every word I say,” he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opinion on ... | your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?” Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carryin... | 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.” “She has a very striking face. I don’t know what it is ... | music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something. To get away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing till I made the echoes ring, was one of the chief joys of my existence, but I had never made a success in singing to company. Besides los... | My Brilliant Career |
“By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum,” | Uncle Julius | All she requires is training.”<|quote|>“By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum,”</|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay. I let | Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.”<|quote|>“By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum,”</|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by | “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.”<|quote|>“By George, she’... | make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay.... | Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” I said shortly. “Upon my word as a man, I mean every word I say,” he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opinion on artistic matters was considered worth having. He dabbled in all the arts—writing, music, acting, and sketching, ... | sing, Helen?” “She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?” Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something. To get ... | 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; “her skin is whiter than the fairest blonde, and he... | myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t... | My Brilliant Career |
said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed, | No speaker | something not quite so glum,”<|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed,</|quote|>“Very well, I will, if | wish she would give us something not quite so glum,”<|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed,</|quote|>“Very well, I will, if you will wait till I | enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.” “By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum,”<|quote|>said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go.... | that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as ... | word as a man, I mean every word I say,” he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opinion on artistic matters was considered worth having. He dabbled in all the arts—writing, music, acting, and sketching, and went to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that ... | before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?” Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something. To get away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing till I made the echoes ri... | 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 anything that would let her know you think her not nice looking... | sing till I made the echoes ring, was one of the chief joys of my existence, but I had never made a success in singing to company. Besides losing all nerve, I had a very queer voice, which every one remarked. However, tonight I made an effort in my old favourite, “Three Fishers Went Sailing” . The beauty of the full-to... | My Brilliant Career |
“Very well, I will, if you will wait till I make up, and will help me.” | Sybylla Melvyn | of a spirit, I exclaimed,<|quote|>“Very well, I will, if you will wait till I make up, and will help me.”</|quote|>I disappeared for a few | I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed,<|quote|>“Very well, I will, if you will wait till I make up, and will help me.”</|quote|>I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up | fill the Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.” “By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed,<|quote|>“Very well, I will, if you will wait till ... | sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Centennial Hall... | considered worth having. He dabbled in all the arts—writing, music, acting, and sketching, and went to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would ... | and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something. To get away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing till I made the echoes ring, was one of the chief joys of my existence, but I had never made a success in singing to company. Besides losing all nerve... | “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 her, so be care... | voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” I said shortly. “Upon my word as a man, I mean every word I say,” he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opinion on artistic matters was considere... | My Brilliant Career |
I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of dirt on my face. There was a general laugh. Would Mr Hawden assist me? Of course he was only too delighted, and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the others. What would he do? I sat him on a footstool,... | No speaker | up, and will help me.”<|quote|>I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of dirt on my face. There was a general laugh. Would Mr Hawden assist me? Of course he was only too delighted, and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the others. What would he... | will wait till I make up, and will help me.”<|quote|>I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of dirt on my face. There was a general laugh. Would Mr Hawden assist me? Of course he was only too delighted, and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the... | regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed, “Very well, I will, if you will wait till I make up, and will help me.”<|quote|>I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up as a fat ol... | uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.” “By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she wou... | every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously ... | get away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing till I made the echoes ring, was one of the chief joys of my existence, but I had never made a success in singing to company. Besides losing all nerve, I had a very queer voice, which every one remarked. However, tonight I made an effort in my... | 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 respect.” “Plain-looking! Why, I think she has ... | my word as a man, I mean every word I say,” he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opinion on artistic matters was considered worth having. He dabbled in all the arts—writing, music, acting, and sketching, and went to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some th... | My Brilliant Career |
Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest. | No speaker | mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?”<|quote|>Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest.</|quote|>“Go on,” said uncle. But | afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?”<|quote|>Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest.</|quote|>“Go on,” said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at | were afther to run errants, it’s meself that has brought this youngsther for yer inspection. It’s a jool ye’ll have in him. Shure I rared him meself, and he says his prayers every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?”<|quote|>Uncle Jay-Jay was laugh... | and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the others. What would he do? I sat him on a footstool, so that I might with facility put my hand on his sandy hair, and turning to uncle, commenced: “Shure, sir, seeing it was a good bhoy yez were afther to run errants, it’s meself that has brought this youngst... | All she requires is training.” “By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed, “Very well, I will, if you will wait till I make up, and will help me.” I disappeared for a fe... | voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” I said shortly. “Upon my word as a man, I mean every word I say,” he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opinion on artistic matters was considered worth having. He dabbled in all the arts—writing, mus... | even to the cold rather heartless expression, which is as established a point of an English blue blood as an arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The ... | The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Go on,” | Uncle Julius | looking on with critical interest.<|quote|>“Go on,”</|quote|>said uncle. But Mr Hawden | to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest.<|quote|>“Go on,”</|quote|>said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at the ridicule | in him. Shure I rared him meself, and he says his prayers every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?” Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest.<|quote|>“Go on,”</|quote|... | on a footstool, so that I might with facility put my hand on his sandy hair, and turning to uncle, commenced: “Shure, sir, seeing it was a good bhoy yez were afther to run errants, it’s meself that has brought this youngsther for yer inspection. It’s a jool ye’ll have in him. Shure I rared him meself, and he says his p... | quite so glum,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed, “Very well, I will, if you will wait till I make up, and will help me.” I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of dirt on my face. There was a gen... | shortly. “Upon my word as a man, I mean every word I say,” he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opinion on artistic matters was considered worth having. He dabbled in all the arts—writing, music, acting, and sketching, and went to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whisp... | arched neck is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, tickli... | Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.” “By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not ... | My Brilliant Career |
said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at the ridicule which he suspected I was calling down upon him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted | No speaker | with critical interest. “Go on,”<|quote|>said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at the ridicule which he suspected I was calling down upon him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted</|quote|>“Humph!” from the corner where | and Everard was looking on with critical interest. “Go on,”<|quote|>said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at the ridicule which he suspected I was calling down upon him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted</|quote|>“Hu... | Shure I rared him meself, and he says his prayers every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?” Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest. “Go on,”<|quote|>said uncle. But ... | footstool, so that I might with facility put my hand on his sandy hair, and turning to uncle, commenced: “Shure, sir, seeing it was a good bhoy yez were afther to run errants, it’s meself that has brought this youngsther for yer inspection. It’s a jool ye’ll have in him. Shure I rared him meself, and he says his prayer... | glum,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed, “Very well, I will, if you will wait till I make up, and will help me.” I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of dirt on my face. There was a general laug... | my word as a man, I mean every word I say,” he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opinion on artistic matters was considered worth having. He dabbled in all the arts—writing, music, acting, and sketching, and went to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some th... | is of a thoroughbred horse. A ringer, whose wife had been unexpectedly confined, came for grannie when dinner was over, and the rest of us had a delightful musical evening. Uncle Jay-Jay bawled “The Vicar of Bray” and “Drink, Puppy, Drink” in a stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, tickling, pulling ... | most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” I said shortly. “Upon my word as a man, I mean every word I say,” he returned enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opinion on artisti... | My Brilliant Career |
“Humph!” | Frank Hawden | the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted<|quote|>“Humph!”</|quote|>from the corner where he | with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted<|quote|>“Humph!”</|quote|>from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey | looking on with critical interest. “Go on,” said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at the ridicule which he suspected I was calling down upon him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted<|quote|>“Humph!”</|quote|>from the c... | It’s a jool ye’ll have in him. Shure I rared him meself, and he says his prayers every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?” Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest. “G... | and returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of dirt on my face. There was a general laugh. Would Mr Hawden assist me? Of course he was only too delighted, and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the others. What would he do? I sat him on a footstool, so that I might with facility put ... | Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul ... | stentorian bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, tickling, pulling my hair, and shaking me up and down between whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering “The Holy City” . Everard Grey sang several new songs, which was a great treat, as he had a well-trained and musical baritone voice. He was a veritable carpet... | . The beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderf... | My Brilliant Career |
from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. | No speaker | drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!”<|quote|>from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise.</|quote|>“Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed. “You | the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!”<|quote|>from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise.</|quote|>“Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed. “You say you have not had | on with critical interest. “Go on,” said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at the ridicule which he suspected I was calling down upon him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!”<|quote|>from the corner where he gr... | a jool ye’ll have in him. Shure I rared him meself, and he says his prayers every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?” Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest. “Go on,... | returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of dirt on my face. There was a general laugh. Would Mr Hawden assist me? Of course he was only too delighted, and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the others. What would he do? I sat him on a footstool, so that I might with facility put my h... | Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be ab... | bass voice, holding me on his knee, pinching, tickling, pulling my hair, and shaking me up and down between whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering “The Holy City” . Everard Grey sang several new songs, which was a great treat, as he had a well-trained and musical baritone voice. He was a veritable carpet knight, an... | “By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed, “Very well, I will, if you will wait till I make up, and will help me.” I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up... | My Brilliant Career |
“Splendid! splendid!” | Everard Grey | Grey was full of praise.<|quote|>“Splendid! splendid!”</|quote|>he exclaimed. “You say you | he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise.<|quote|>“Splendid! splendid!”</|quote|>he exclaimed. “You say you have not had an hour’s | the ridicule which he suspected I was calling down upon him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!” from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise.<|quote|>“Splendid! splendid!”</|quote|>h... | his prayers every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?” Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest. “Go on,” said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at the ridicule which he s... | on my face. There was a general laugh. Would Mr Hawden assist me? Of course he was only too delighted, and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the others. What would he do? I sat him on a footstool, so that I might with facility put my hand on his sandy hair, and turning to uncle, commenced: “Shure, s... | wind up on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxica... | me up and down between whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering “The Holy City” . Everard Grey sang several new songs, which was a great treat, as he had a well-trained and musical baritone voice. He was a veritable carpet knight, and though not a fop, was exquisitely dressed in full evening costume, and showed his l... | beauty of the full-toned Ronisch piano, and Everard’s clever and sympathetic accompanying, caused me to forget my audience, and sing as though to myself alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natu... | My Brilliant Career |
he exclaimed. | No speaker | full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!”<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>“You say you have not | sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!”<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>“You say you have not had an hour’s training, and | which he suspected I was calling down upon him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!” from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!”<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>... | every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?” Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest. “Go on,” said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at the ridicule which he suspected I w... | face. There was a general laugh. Would Mr Hawden assist me? Of course he was only too delighted, and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the others. What would he do? I sat him on a footstool, so that I might with facility put my hand on his sandy hair, and turning to uncle, commenced: “Shure, sir, se... | on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sens... | and down between whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering “The Holy City” . Everard Grey sang several new songs, which was a great treat, as he had a well-trained and musical baritone voice. He was a veritable carpet knight, and though not a fop, was exquisitely dressed in full evening costume, and showed his long pe... | sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a vo... | My Brilliant Career |
“You say you have not had an hour’s training, and never saw a play. Such versatility. Your fortune would be made on the stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good master.” | Everard Grey | praise. “Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed.<|quote|>“You say you have not had an hour’s training, and never saw a play. Such versatility. Your fortune would be made on the stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good master.”</|quote|>“Indeed... | Mr Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed.<|quote|>“You say you have not had an hour’s training, and never saw a play. Such versatility. Your fortune would be made on the stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good maste... | suspected I was calling down upon him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!” from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed.<|quote|>“You say you have ... | Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?” Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest. “Go on,” said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at the ridicule which he suspected I was calling down... | was a general laugh. Would Mr Hawden assist me? Of course he was only too delighted, and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the others. What would he do? I sat him on a footstool, so that I might with facility put my hand on his sandy hair, and turning to uncle, commenced: “Shure, sir, seeing it was ... | stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation o... | between whiles. Mr Hawden favoured us by rendering “The Holy City” . Everard Grey sang several new songs, which was a great treat, as he had a well-trained and musical baritone voice. He was a veritable carpet knight, and though not a fop, was exquisitely dressed in full evening costume, and showed his long pedigreed b... | alone, forgetting that my voice was odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sar... | My Brilliant Career |
“Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,” | Uncle Julius | her under a good master.”<|quote|>“Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,”</|quote|>said uncle. “I’ll keep her | her to Sydney and put her under a good master.”<|quote|>“Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,”</|quote|>said uncle. “I’ll keep her here to liven up the | “You say you have not had an hour’s training, and never saw a play. Such versatility. Your fortune would be made on the stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good master.”<|quote|>“Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,”</|quote|>said uncle. “I’l... | suspected I was calling down upon him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!” from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed. “You say you have not had ... | sandy hair, and turning to uncle, commenced: “Shure, sir, seeing it was a good bhoy yez were afther to run errants, it’s meself that has brought this youngsther for yer inspection. It’s a jool ye’ll have in him. Shure I rared him meself, and he says his prayers every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid... | just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! ... | and showed his long pedigreed blood in every line of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something... | stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation o... | My Brilliant Career |
said uncle. | No speaker | you’ll do no such thing,”<|quote|>said uncle.</|quote|>“I’ll keep her here to | under a good master.” “Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,”<|quote|>said uncle.</|quote|>“I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. | an hour’s training, and never saw a play. Such versatility. Your fortune would be made on the stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good master.” “Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,”<|quote|>said uncle.</|quote|>“I’ll keep her here to liven u... | him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!” from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed. “You say you have not had an hour’s training, and never saw ... | commenced: “Shure, sir, seeing it was a good bhoy yez were afther to run errants, it’s meself that has brought this youngsther for yer inspection. It’s a jool ye’ll have in him. Shure I rared him meself, and he says his prayers every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer... | me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill t... | in every line of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can... | wait till I make up, and will help me.” I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of dirt on my face. There was a general laugh. Would Mr Hawden assist me? Of course he was only too delighted, and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the others. What... | My Brilliant Career |
“I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. You’ve got enough puppets on the stage without a niece of mine ever being there.” | Uncle Julius | no such thing,” said uncle.<|quote|>“I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. You’ve got enough puppets on the stage without a niece of mine ever being there.”</|quote|>I went to bed that | good master.” “Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,” said uncle.<|quote|>“I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. You’ve got enough puppets on the stage without a niece of mine ever being there.”</|quote|>I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is | training, and never saw a play. Such versatility. Your fortune would be made on the stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good master.” “Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,” said uncle.<|quote|>“I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks.... | jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!” from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed. “You say you have not had an hour’s training, and never saw a play. S... | sir, seeing it was a good bhoy yez were afther to run errants, it’s meself that has brought this youngsther for yer inspection. It’s a jool ye’ll have in him. Shure I rared him meself, and he says his prayers every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rl... | intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Cen... | line of his clean-shaven face and tall slight figure. He was quite a champion on the piano, and played aunt Helen’s accompaniments while he made her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing... | enthusiastically. Everard Grey’s opinion on artistic matters was considered worth having. He dabbled in all the arts—writing, music, acting, and sketching, and went to every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had a great leani... | My Brilliant Career |
I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah! | No speaker | of mine ever being there.”<|quote|>I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah!</|quote|>“Bah, you hideous animal! Ha | the stage without a niece of mine ever being there.”<|quote|>I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah!</|quote|>“Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your ... | wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good master.” “Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,” said uncle. “I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. You’ve got enough puppets on the stage without a niece of mine ever being there.”<|quote|>I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is... | the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed. “You say you have not had an hour’s training, and never saw a play. Such versatility. Your fortune would be made on the stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney ... | jool ye’ll have in him. Shure I rared him meself, and he says his prayers every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?” Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest. “Go on,” ... | . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.” “By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum,” said uncle Jay-Ja... | her sing song after song. When she was weary uncle Jay-Jay said to me, “Now it’s your turn, me fine lady. We’ve all done something to keep things rolling but you. Can you sing?” “No,” “Can this youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage before company. Wi... | delighted, and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the others. What would he do? I sat him on a footstool, so that I might with facility put my hand on his sandy hair, and turning to uncle, commenced: “Shure, sir, seeing it was a good bhoy yez were afther to run errants, it’s meself that has brought t... | My Brilliant Career |
“Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit does you credit. So you actually imagined that by one or two out of every hundred you might be considered passable. You are the most uninteresting person in the world. You are small and nasty and bad, and every other thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.” | Sybylla Melvyn | after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah!<|quote|>“Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit does you credit. So you actually imagined that by one or two out of every hundred you might be considered passable. You are the most uninteresting person in the world. You are small and nasty and bad, and every other thing tha... | I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah!<|quote|>“Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit does you credit. So you actually imagined that by one or two out of every hundred you might be considered passable. You are the most uninteresting person in the world. You are small and nasty and bad... | enough puppets on the stage without a niece of mine ever being there.” I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah!<|quote|>“Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ... | made on the stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good master.” “Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,” said uncle. “I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. You’ve got enough puppets on the stage without a niece of mine ever being there... | like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest. “Go on,” said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at the ridicule which he suspected I was calling down upon him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-... | training.” “By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed, “Very well, I will, if you will wait till I make up, and will help me.” I disappeared for a few minutes, and retur... | youngster sing, Helen?” “She sings very nicely to herself sometimes, but I do not know how she would manage before company. Will you try something, Sybylla?” Uncle Jay-Jay waited to hear no more, but carrying me to the music-stool, and depositing me thereon, warned me not to attempt to leave it before singing something... | as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.” “By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carr... | My Brilliant Career |
This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my van... | No speaker | abominable. That’s what you are.”<|quote|>This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he conti... | and every other thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.”<|quote|>This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make ... | Your peerless conceit does you credit. So you actually imagined that by one or two out of every hundred you might be considered passable. You are the most uninteresting person in the world. You are small and nasty and bad, and every other thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.”<|quote|>This address I delivered t... | a niece of mine ever being there.” I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah! “Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit does you credit. S... | the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!” from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed. “You say you have not had an hour’s training, and never saw a play. Such versatility. Your fortune would be made on the stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional tale... | disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of dirt on my face. There was a general laugh. Would Mr Hawden assist me? Of course he was only too delighted, and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the others. What would he do? I sat him on a footstool, so ... | away to myself, where I was sure no one could bear me, and sing and sing till I made the echoes ring, was one of the chief joys of my existence, but I had never made a success in singing to company. Besides losing all nerve, I had a very queer voice, which every one remarked. However, tonight I made an effort in my old... | dirt on my face. There was a general laugh. Would Mr Hawden assist me? Of course he was only too delighted, and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the others. What would he do? I sat him on a footstool, so that I might with facility put my hand on his sandy hair, and turning to uncle, commenced: “Shu... | My Brilliant Career |
“You’re ugly, you’re ugly and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.” | Sybylla Melvyn | in the glass to say,<|quote|>“You’re ugly, you’re ugly and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.”</|quote|>I was in the habit | mood took a last glance in the glass to say,<|quote|>“You’re ugly, you’re ugly and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.”</|quote|>I was in the habit of doing this; it had | laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my vanity with the ointment of flattery, I determined to serve up my replies to him red-hot and well seasoned with pepper. I finished my toilet, and in a very what’s-the-good-o’-anything mood took a last glance in the glass to say,<|quote|>“You’re ugly, you’re ugly... | I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my vanity with the ... | of mine ever being there.” I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah! “Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit does you credit. So you ac... | for yer inspection. It’s a jool ye’ll have in him. Shure I rared him meself, and he says his prayers every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?” Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with c... | odd. When the song ceased Mr Grey wheeled abruptly on the stool and said, “Do you know that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” I said shortly. “U... | rared him meself, and he says his prayers every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?” Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest. “Go on,” said uncle. But Mr Hawden got hu... | My Brilliant Career |
I was in the habit of doing this; it had long ago taken the place of a morning prayer. I said this, that by familiarity it might lose a little of its sting when I heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat dow... | No speaker | a fool of yourself again.”<|quote|>I was in the habit of doing this; it had long ago taken the place of a morning prayer. I said this, that by familiarity it might lose a little of its sting when I heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were h... | don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.”<|quote|>I was in the habit of doing this; it had long ago taken the place of a morning prayer. I said this, that by familiarity it might lose a little of its sting when I heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that mor... | determined to serve up my replies to him red-hot and well seasoned with pepper. I finished my toilet, and in a very what’s-the-good-o’-anything mood took a last glance in the glass to say, “You’re ugly, you’re ugly and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.”<|quote|>I was in the habit of doing... | as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my vanity with the ointment of flattery, I determined to serve up my replies to him red-hot and well seasoned wi... | youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah! “Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit does you credit. So you actually imagined that by one or two out of every hundred you might be considered passable. You... | says his prayers every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?” Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest. “Go on,” said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at the ridicule which... | that you have one of the most wonderful natural voices I have heard. Why, there is a fortune in such a voice if it were, trained! Such chest-notes, such feeling, such rarity of tone!” “Don’t be sarcastic, Mr Grey,” I said shortly. “Upon my word as a man, I mean every word I say,” he returned enthusiastically. Everard ... | voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.” “By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed, “Very ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” | Mrs. Bossier | looking as brisk as usual.<|quote|>“Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,”</|quote|>she said, when giving me | till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual.<|quote|>“Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,”</|quote|>she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When | of its sting when I heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual.<|quote|>“Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up to... | glass to say, “You’re ugly, you’re ugly and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.” I was in the habit of doing this; it had long ago taken the place of a morning prayer. I said this, that by familiarity it might lose a little of its sting when I heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed... | are.” This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering ... | of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!” from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed. “You say you have not had an hour’s training, and never saw a play. Such versatility. Your fortune would be made on the stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional t... | every good concert and play in Sydney. Though he was clever at law, it was whispered by some that he would wind up on the stage, as he had a great leaning that way. I walked away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously ... | I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah! “Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit does you credit. So you actually imagined that by one or two out of every hundred you might be considered passable. You are the most uninteresting person in the world. You... | My Brilliant Career |
she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. | No speaker | different tune in the morning,”<|quote|>she said, when giving me the usual morning hug.</|quote|>“When I was a nipper | at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,”<|quote|>she said, when giving me the usual morning hug.</|quote|>“When I was a nipper of your age, if I | had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,”<|quote|>she said, when giving me the usual morning hug.</|quote|>“Whe... | a morning prayer. I said this, that by familiarity it might lose a little of its sting when I heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as bri... | swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my vanity with the ointment of flattery, I determined to serve up my replies to him red-hot and well seasoned with pepper. I finished my toilet, and in a very what’s-the-good-o’-anyt... | saw a play. Such versatility. Your fortune would be made on the stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good master.” “Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,” said uncle. “I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. You’ve got enough puppets o... | away from the piano treading on air. Would I really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answe... | talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good master.” “Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,” said uncle. “I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. You’ve got enough puppets on the stage without a niece of mine ever being there.” I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is ... | My Brilliant Career |
“When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” | Uncle Julius | me the usual morning hug.<|quote|>“When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,”</|quote|>remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should | morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug.<|quote|>“When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,”</|quote|>remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should be excused this morning,” interposed | looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug.<|quote|>“When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out lik... | it might lose a little of its sting when I heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes o... | snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my vanity with the ointment of flattery, I determined to serve up my replies to him red-hot and well seasoned with pepper. I finished my toilet, and in a very what’s-the-good-o’-anything mood took a last glance in the glass to say,... | made on the stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good master.” “Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,” said uncle. “I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. You’ve got enough puppets on the stage without a niece of mine ever being there... | really make a singer? I with the voice which had often been ridiculed; I who had often blasphemously said that I would sell my soul to be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle J... | other thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.” This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, ... | My Brilliant Career |
remarked uncle Jay-Jay. | No speaker | by a little strap oil,”<|quote|>remarked uncle Jay-Jay.</|quote|>“Sybylla should be excused this | every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,”<|quote|>remarked uncle Jay-Jay.</|quote|>“Sybylla should be excused this morning,” interposed Mr Grey. “She | You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,”<|quote|>remarked uncle Jay-Jay.</|quote|>“Sybylla should be ... | that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in th... | to serve up my replies to him red-hot and well seasoned with pepper. I finished my toilet, and in a very what’s-the-good-o’-anything mood took a last glance in the glass to say, “You’re ugly, you’re ugly and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.” I was in the habit of doing this; it had long ... | under a good master.” “Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,” said uncle. “I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. You’ve got enough puppets on the stage without a niece of mine ever being there.” I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I pee... | be able to sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing.... | dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my vanity with the ointment of flattery, I determined to serve up my replies to him red-hot and well seasoned with pepper. I finished my toilet... | My Brilliant Career |
“Sybylla should be excused this morning,” | Everard Grey | strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay.<|quote|>“Sybylla should be excused this morning,”</|quote|>interposed Mr Grey. “She entertained | was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay.<|quote|>“Sybylla should be excused this morning,”</|quote|>interposed Mr Grey. “She entertained us for hours last night. | very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay.<|quote|>“Sybylla should be excused this morning,”</... | the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she sa... | my replies to him red-hot and well seasoned with pepper. I finished my toilet, and in a very what’s-the-good-o’-anything mood took a last glance in the glass to say, “You’re ugly, you’re ugly and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.” I was in the habit of doing this; it had long ago taken th... | master.” “Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,” said uncle. “I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. You’ve got enough puppets on the stage without a niece of mine ever being there.” I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the lo... | sing just passably. Everard Grey’s opinion gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a vo... | by one or two out of every hundred you might be considered passable. You are the most uninteresting person in the world. You are small and nasty and bad, and every other thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.” This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night w... | My Brilliant Career |
interposed Mr Grey. | No speaker | should be excused this morning,”<|quote|>interposed Mr Grey.</|quote|>“She entertained us for hours | oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should be excused this morning,”<|quote|>interposed Mr Grey.</|quote|>“She entertained us for hours last night. Little wonder if | a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should be excused this morning,”<|quote|>interposed Mr Grey.</|quote|>“Sh... | meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morn... | well seasoned with pepper. I finished my toilet, and in a very what’s-the-good-o’-anything mood took a last glance in the glass to say, “You’re ugly, you’re ugly and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.” I was in the habit of doing this; it had long ago taken the place of a morning prayer. I... | thing,” said uncle. “I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. You’ve got enough puppets on the stage without a niece of mine ever being there.” I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad... | gave me an intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could f... | This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my van... | My Brilliant Career |
“She entertained us for hours last night. Little wonder if she feels languid this morning.” | Everard Grey | this morning,” interposed Mr Grey.<|quote|>“She entertained us for hours last night. Little wonder if she feels languid this morning.”</|quote|>“Entertained you I What did | Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should be excused this morning,” interposed Mr Grey.<|quote|>“She entertained us for hours last night. Little wonder if she feels languid this morning.”</|quote|>“Entertained you I What did she do?” queried grannie. “Many | in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should be excused this morning,” interposed Mr Grey.<|quote|>“She entertained us for hours... | sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “Wh... | pepper. I finished my toilet, and in a very what’s-the-good-o’-anything mood took a last glance in the glass to say, “You’re ugly, you’re ugly and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.” I was in the habit of doing this; it had long ago taken the place of a morning prayer. I said this, that by... | “I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. You’ve got enough puppets on the stage without a niece of mine ever being there.” I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. ... | intoxicated sensation of joy. “Can you recite?” he inquired. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “Give us something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Cen... | morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my vanity with the ointment of flattery, I determined to serve up ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Entertained you I What did she do?” | Mrs. Bossier | she feels languid this morning.”<|quote|>“Entertained you I What did she do?”</|quote|>queried grannie. “Many things. Do | last night. Little wonder if she feels languid this morning.”<|quote|>“Entertained you I What did she do?”</|quote|>queried grannie. “Many things. Do you know, gran, that you | a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should be excused this morning,” interposed Mr Grey. “She entertained us for hours last night. Little wonder if she feels languid this morning.”<|quote|>“Entertained y... | as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every... | in the glass to say, “You’re ugly, you’re ugly and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.” I was in the habit of doing this; it had long ago taken the place of a morning prayer. I said this, that by familiarity it might lose a little of its sting when I heard it from other lips, but somehow it... | the stage without a niece of mine ever being there.” I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah! “Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit ... | something,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I recited Longfellow’s “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.” “By George, she’s a regular dab! ... | honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor old mammy pullin’ yer beautiful cur-r-rls?” Uncle Jay-Jay was laughing like fun; even aunt Helen deigned to smile; and Everard was looking on with critical interest. “Go on,” said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at the ridicule which he suspected I was calling down upon him, an... | My Brilliant Career |
queried grannie. | No speaker | I What did she do?”<|quote|>queried grannie.</|quote|>“Many things. Do you know, | languid this morning.” “Entertained you I What did she do?”<|quote|>queried grannie.</|quote|>“Many things. Do you know, gran, that you are robbing | didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should be excused this morning,” interposed Mr Grey. “She entertained us for hours last night. Little wonder if she feels languid this morning.” “Entertained you I What did she do?”<|quote|>quer... | comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little stra... | you’re ugly and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.” I was in the habit of doing this; it had long ago taken the place of a morning prayer. I said this, that by familiarity it might lose a little of its sting when I heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late fo... | ever being there.” I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah! “Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit does you credit. So you actually i... | “The Slave’s Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.” “By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum... | hundred you might be considered passable. You are the most uninteresting person in the world. You are small and nasty and bad, and every other thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.” This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. De... | My Brilliant Career |
“Many things. Do you know, gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.” | Everard Grey | did she do?” queried grannie.<|quote|>“Many things. Do you know, gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.”</|quote|>“Under masters for what?” “Elocution | morning.” “Entertained you I What did she do?” queried grannie.<|quote|>“Many things. Do you know, gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.”</|quote|>“Under masters fo... | out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should be excused this morning,” interposed Mr Grey. “She entertained us for hours last night. Little wonder if she feels languid this morning.” “Entertained you I What did she do?” queried grannie.<|quote|... | sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” r... | and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.” I was in the habit of doing this; it had long ago taken the place of a morning prayer. I said this, that by familiarity it might lose a little of its sting when I heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast ... | there.” I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah! “Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit does you credit. So you actually imagined tha... | Dream” . Everard Grey was quite as enthusiastic over this as he had been about my singing. “Such a voice! Such depth and width! Why, she could fill the Centennial Hall without an effort. All she requires is training.” “By George, she’s a regular dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum,” said uncle... | stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good master.” “Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,” said uncle. “I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. You’ve got enough puppets on the stage without a niece of mine ever being there.” I went to... | My Brilliant Career |
“Under masters for what?” | Mrs. Bossier | the best masters in Sydney.”<|quote|>“Under masters for what?”</|quote|>“Elocution and singing.” “I couldn’t | and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.”<|quote|>“Under masters for what?”</|quote|>“Elocution and singing.” “I couldn’t afford it.” “But I’d bear | What did she do?” queried grannie. “Many things. Do you know, gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.”<|quote|>“Under masters for what?”</|quote|>“Elocution and singi... | your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should be excused this morning,” interposed Mr Grey. “She entertained us for hours last night. Little wonder if she feels languid this morning.” “Entertained you I What did she do... | its sting when I heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as ... | Your peerless conceit does you credit. So you actually imagined that by one or two out of every hundred you might be considered passable. You are the most uninteresting person in the world. You are small and nasty and bad, and every other thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.” This address I delivered to my ref... | dab! But I wish she would give us something not quite so glum,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed, “Very well, I will, if you will wait till I make up, and will help me.” I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, w... | without a niece of mine ever being there.” I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah! “Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit does you c... | My Brilliant Career |
“Elocution and singing.” | Everard Grey | Sydney.” “Under masters for what?”<|quote|>“Elocution and singing.”</|quote|>“I couldn’t afford it.” “But | under the best masters in Sydney.” “Under masters for what?”<|quote|>“Elocution and singing.”</|quote|>“I couldn’t afford it.” “But I’d bear the expense myself. | queried grannie. “Many things. Do you know, gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.” “Under masters for what?”<|quote|>“Elocution and singing.”</|quote|>“I couldn’t a... | didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should be excused this morning,” interposed Mr Grey. “She entertained us for hours last night. Little wonder if she feels languid this morning.” “Entertained you I What did she do?” queried gran... | heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to... | you credit. So you actually imagined that by one or two out of every hundred you might be considered passable. You are the most uninteresting person in the world. You are small and nasty and bad, and every other thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.” This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next m... | she would give us something not quite so glum,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed, “Very well, I will, if you will wait till I make up, and will help me.” I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of ... | without a niece of mine ever being there.” I went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah! “Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit does you c... | My Brilliant Career |
“I couldn’t afford it.” | Mrs. Bossier | for what?” “Elocution and singing.”<|quote|>“I couldn’t afford it.”</|quote|>“But I’d bear the expense | masters in Sydney.” “Under masters for what?” “Elocution and singing.”<|quote|>“I couldn’t afford it.”</|quote|>“But I’d bear the expense myself. It would only be | things. Do you know, gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.” “Under masters for what?” “Elocution and singing.”<|quote|>“I couldn’t afford it.”</|quote|>“But I’d bea... | like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should be excused this morning,” interposed Mr Grey. “She entertained us for hours last night. Little wonder if she feels languid this morning.” “Entertained you I What did she do?” queried grannie. “Many thing... | other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to b... | you actually imagined that by one or two out of every hundred you might be considered passable. You are the most uninteresting person in the world. You are small and nasty and bad, and every other thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.” This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elat... | us something not quite so glum,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed, “Very well, I will, if you will wait till I make up, and will help me.” I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of dirt on my face... | me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!” from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed. “You say you have not had an hour’s training, and never saw a play. Such versatility. Your fortune... | My Brilliant Career |
“But I’d bear the expense myself. It would only be returning a trifle of all you have done for me.” | Everard Grey | singing.” “I couldn’t afford it.”<|quote|>“But I’d bear the expense myself. It would only be returning a trifle of all you have done for me.”</|quote|>“What nonsense! What would you | masters for what?” “Elocution and singing.” “I couldn’t afford it.”<|quote|>“But I’d bear the expense myself. It would only be returning a trifle of all you have done for me.”</|quote|>“What nonsense! What would you have her do when she | gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.” “Under masters for what?” “Elocution and singing.” “I couldn’t afford it.”<|quote|>“But I’d bear the expense myself. It would... | morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should be excused this morning,” interposed Mr Grey. “She entertained us for hours last night. Little wonder if she feels languid this morning.” “Entertained you I What did she do?” queried grannie. “Many things. Do you know, gran, that yo... | it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very ... | by one or two out of every hundred you might be considered passable. You are the most uninteresting person in the world. You are small and nasty and bad, and every other thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.” This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night w... | so glum,” said uncle Jay-Jay. I let myself go. Carried away by I don’t know what sort of a spirit, I exclaimed, “Very well, I will, if you will wait till I make up, and will help me.” I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of dirt on my face. There was a general l... | finished my toilet, and in a very what’s-the-good-o’-anything mood took a last glance in the glass to say, “You’re ugly, you’re ugly and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.” I was in the habit of doing this; it had long ago taken the place of a morning prayer. I said this, that by familiari... | My Brilliant Career |
“What nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?” | Mrs. Bossier | you have done for me.”<|quote|>“What nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?”</|quote|>“Go on the stage, of | returning a trifle of all you have done for me.”<|quote|>“What nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?”</|quote|>“Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and | persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.” “Under masters for what?” “Elocution and singing.” “I couldn’t afford it.” “But I’d bear the expense myself. It would only be returning a trifle of all you have done for me.”<|quote|>“What nonsense! What would you have her do ... | Grey. “She entertained us for hours last night. Little wonder if she feels languid this morning.” “Entertained you I What did she do?” queried grannie. “Many things. Do you know, gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must persuade you to let me take her to Sydne... | I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “... | the world. You are small and nasty and bad, and every other thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.” This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey witho... | I exclaimed, “Very well, I will, if you will wait till I make up, and will help me.” I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of dirt on my face. There was a general laugh. Would Mr Hawden assist me? Of course he was only too delighted, and flattered that I had call... | It is a sin to have such exceptional talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good master.” “Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,” said uncle. “I’ll keep her here to liven up the old barracks. You’ve got enough puppets on the stage without a niece of mine ever being there.” I went to bed th... | My Brilliant Career |
“Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” | Everard Grey | do when she was taught?”<|quote|>“Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.”</|quote|>Now grannie’s notions are the | What would you have her do when she was taught?”<|quote|>“Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.”</|quote|>Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. | put under the best masters in Sydney.” “Under masters for what?” “Elocution and singing.” “I couldn’t afford it.” “But I’d bear the expense myself. It would only be returning a trifle of all you have done for me.” “What nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?”<|quote|>“Go on the stage, of course. With... | feels languid this morning.” “Entertained you I What did she do?” queried grannie. “Many things. Do you know, gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.” “Under masters ... | was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like gr... | thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.” This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he ... | make up, and will help me.” I disappeared for a few minutes, and returned made up as a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of dirt on my face. There was a general laugh. Would Mr Hawden assist me? Of course he was only too delighted, and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the others. What would he do... | come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When I was a nipper of your ... | My Brilliant Career |
Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sight of God, and utterly outside the pale of all respectability, when measured with her code of morals. She turned energetically in her chair... | No speaker | would cause quite a sensation.”<|quote|>Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sight of God, and utterly outside the pale of all respectability, when measured with her code of morals... | her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.”<|quote|>Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sight of God, and utterly outside the pale of all respectability, when measured... | it.” “But I’d bear the expense myself. It would only be returning a trifle of all you have done for me.” “What nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?” “Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.”<|quote|>Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightl... | know, gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.” “Under masters for what?” “Elocution and singing.” “I couldn’t afford it.” “But I’d bear the expense myself. It would o... | as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay... | next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my vanity with the ointment of flattery, I determined to serv... | a fat old Irish woman, with a smudge of dirt on my face. There was a general laugh. Would Mr Hawden assist me? Of course he was only too delighted, and flattered that I had called upon him in preference to the others. What would he do? I sat him on a footstool, so that I might with facility put my hand on his sandy hai... | long ago taken the place of a morning prayer. I said this, that by familiarity it might lose a little of its sting when I heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after tw... | My Brilliant Career |
“Go on the stage! A grand-daughter of mine! Lucy’s eldest child! An actress—a vile, low, brazen hussy! Use the gifts God has given her with which to do good in showing off to a crowd of vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a conven... | Mrs. Bossier | and anger as she spoke.<|quote|>“Go on the stage! A grand-daughter of mine! Lucy’s eldest child! An actress—a vile, low, brazen hussy! Use the gifts God has given her with which to do good in showing off to a crowd of vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear... | keen eyes flashed with scorn and anger as she spoke.<|quote|>“Go on the stage! A grand-daughter of mine! Lucy’s eldest child! An actress—a vile, low, brazen hussy! Use the gifts God has given her with which to do good in showing off to a crowd of vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant!... | lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sight of God, and utterly outside the pale of all respectability, when measured with her code of morals. She turned energetically in her chair, and her keen eyes flashed with scorn and anger as she spoke.<|quote|>“Go on the stage! A grand-... | you have done for me.” “What nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?” “Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cant... | excused this morning,” interposed Mr Grey. “She entertained us for hours last night. Little wonder if she feels languid this morning.” “Entertained you I What did she do?” queried grannie. “Many things. Do you know, gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must per... | him red-hot and well seasoned with pepper. I finished my toilet, and in a very what’s-the-good-o’-anything mood took a last glance in the glass to say, “You’re ugly, you’re ugly and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.” I was in the habit of doing this; it had long ago taken the place of a m... | and turning to uncle, commenced: “Shure, sir, seeing it was a good bhoy yez were afther to run errants, it’s meself that has brought this youngsther for yer inspection. It’s a jool ye’ll have in him. Shure I rared him meself, and he says his prayers every morning. Kape sthill, honey! Faith, ye’re not afraid of yer poor... | every other thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.” This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my la... | My Brilliant Career |
“I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” | Sybylla Melvyn | be a bold bad actress.”<|quote|>“I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,”</|quote|>I said, putting great stress | Child, promise you will never be a bold bad actress.”<|quote|>“I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,”</|quote|>I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing | do good in showing off to a crowd of vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Child, promise you will never be a bold bad actress.”<|quote|>“I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,”</|quote|>I said, put... | with her code of morals. She turned energetically in her chair, and her keen eyes flashed with scorn and anger as she spoke. “Go on the stage! A grand-daughter of mine! Lucy’s eldest child! An actress—a vile, low, brazen hussy! Use the gifts God has given her with which to do good in showing off to a crowd of vile bad ... | what?” “Elocution and singing.” “I couldn’t afford it.” “But I’d bear the expense myself. It would only be returning a trifle of all you have done for me.” “What nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?” “Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” Now grann... | I heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here ... | Everard was looking on with critical interest. “Go on,” said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at the ridicule which he suspected I was calling down upon him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!” from the corner... | a morning prayer. I said this, that by familiarity it might lose a little of its sting when I heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as bri... | My Brilliant Career |
I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly. | No speaker | a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,”<|quote|>I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly.</|quote|>“Yes,” she continued, calming down, | actress.” “I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,”<|quote|>I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly.</|quote|>“Yes,” she continued, calming down, “I’m sure you have not | vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Child, promise you will never be a bold bad actress.” “I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,”<|quote|>I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bring... | her chair, and her keen eyes flashed with scorn and anger as she spoke. “Go on the stage! A grand-daughter of mine! Lucy’s eldest child! An actress—a vile, low, brazen hussy! Use the gifts God has given her with which to do good in showing off to a crowd of vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet th... | I’d bear the expense myself. It would only be returning a trifle of all you have done for me.” “What nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?” “Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actor... | failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very liv... | said uncle. But Mr Hawden got huffy at the ridicule which he suspected I was calling down upon him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!” from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. ... | the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my vanity with the ointment of flattery, I determin... | My Brilliant Career |
“Yes,” | Mrs. Bossier | out the actress very faintly.<|quote|>“Yes,”</|quote|>she continued, calming down, “I’m | on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly.<|quote|>“Yes,”</|quote|>she continued, calming down, “I’m sure you have not enough | I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Child, promise you will never be a bold bad actress.” “I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly.<|quote|>“Yes,”</|quote|>she continued, calming d... | on the stage! A grand-daughter of mine! Lucy’s eldest child! An actress—a vile, low, brazen hussy! Use the gifts God has given her with which to do good in showing off to a crowd of vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent th... | have done for me.” “What nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?” “Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatri... | through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me th... | calling down upon him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!” from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed. “You say you have not had an hour’s traini... | was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my vanity with the ointment of flattery, I determined to serve up my replies to him red-hot and well seasone... | My Brilliant Career |
she continued, calming down, | No speaker | the actress very faintly. “Yes,”<|quote|>she continued, calming down,</|quote|>“I’m sure you have not | the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly. “Yes,”<|quote|>she continued, calming down,</|quote|>“I’m sure you have not enough bad in you. You | would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Child, promise you will never be a bold bad actress.” “I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly. “Yes,”<|quote|>she continued, calming down,</|quot... | the stage! A grand-daughter of mine! Lucy’s eldest child! An actress—a vile, low, brazen hussy! Use the gifts God has given her with which to do good in showing off to a crowd of vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this ... | done for me.” “What nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?” “Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, w... | the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual ... | down upon him, and jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!” from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed. “You say you have not had an hour’s training, and ... | was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my vanity with the ointment of flattery, I determined to serve up my replies to him red-hot and well seasone... | My Brilliant Career |
“I’m sure you have not enough bad in you. You may be boisterous, and not behave with sufficient propriety sometimes, but I don’t think you are wicked enough to ever make an actress.” | Mrs. Bossier | “Yes,” she continued, calming down,<|quote|>“I’m sure you have not enough bad in you. You may be boisterous, and not behave with sufficient propriety sometimes, but I don’t think you are wicked enough to ever make an actress.”</|quote|>Everard attempted to defend his | out the actress very faintly. “Yes,” she continued, calming down,<|quote|>“I’m sure you have not enough bad in you. You may be boisterous, and not behave with sufficient propriety sometimes, but I don’t think you are wicked enough to ever make an actress.”</|quote|>Everard attempted to defend his case. “Look here, gran... | shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Child, promise you will never be a bold bad actress.” “I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly. “Yes,” she continued, calming down,<|quote|>“I’m sure you have not enou... | of mine! Lucy’s eldest child! An actress—a vile, low, brazen hussy! Use the gifts God has given her with which to do good in showing off to a crowd of vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Child, promise yo... | nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?” “Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled i... | sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “Wh... | jumped up looking fit to eat me. I acted several more impromptu scenes with the other occupants of the drawing-room. Mr Hawden emitted “Humph!” from the corner where he grumpily sat, but Mr Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed. “You say you have not had an hour’s training, and never saw a play. S... | oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my vanity with the ointment of flattery, I determined to serve up my replies to him red-hot and well seasoned with pepper. I finished my toi... | My Brilliant Career |
Everard attempted to defend his case. | No speaker | to ever make an actress.”<|quote|>Everard attempted to defend his case.</|quote|>“Look here, gran, that’s a | think you are wicked enough to ever make an actress.”<|quote|>Everard attempted to defend his case.</|quote|>“Look here, gran, that’s a very exploded old notion about | great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly. “Yes,” she continued, calming down, “I’m sure you have not enough bad in you. You may be boisterous, and not behave with sufficient propriety sometimes, but I don’t think you are wicked enough to ever make an actress.”<|quote|>Everard attempted ... | I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Child, promise you will never be a bold bad actress.” “I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress ve... | stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sight of God, and utterly outside the pale of all respectability, when measured with her code of morals. She turned energetically in her chair, and her keen eyes flashed wit... | to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should ... | Grey was full of praise. “Splendid! splendid!” he exclaimed. “You say you have not had an hour’s training, and never saw a play. Such versatility. Your fortune would be made on the stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good master.” “Indeed... | bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should be excused this... | My Brilliant Career |
“Look here, gran, that’s a very exploded old notion about the stage being a low profession. It might have been once, but it is quite the reverse nowadays. There are, of course, low people on the stage, as there are in all walks of life. I grant you that; but if people are good they can be good on the stage as well as a... | Everard Grey | attempted to defend his case.<|quote|>“Look here, gran, that’s a very exploded old notion about the stage being a low profession. It might have been once, but it is quite the reverse nowadays. There are, of course, low people on the stage, as there are in all walks of life. I grant you that; but if people are good they... | ever make an actress.” Everard attempted to defend his case.<|quote|>“Look here, gran, that’s a very exploded old notion about the stage being a low profession. It might have been once, but it is quite the reverse nowadays. There are, of course, low people on the stage, as there are in all walks of life. I grant you th... | bringing out the actress very faintly. “Yes,” she continued, calming down, “I’m sure you have not enough bad in you. You may be boisterous, and not behave with sufficient propriety sometimes, but I don’t think you are wicked enough to ever make an actress.” Everard attempted to defend his case.<|quote|>“Look here, gran... | dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Child, promise you will never be a bold bad actress.” “I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly. “Yes,” she continu... | actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sight of God, and utterly outside the pale of all respectability, when measured with her code of morals. She turned energetically in her chair, and her keen eyes flashed with scorn and anger as she spoke. “Go... | are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by a little strap oil,” remarked uncle Jay-Jay. “Sybylla should be excused this morning,... | splendid!” he exclaimed. “You say you have not had an hour’s training, and never saw a play. Such versatility. Your fortune would be made on the stage. It is a sin to have such exceptional talent wasting in the bush. I must take her to Sydney and put her under a good master.” “Indeed, you’ll do no such thing,” said unc... | persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.” “Under masters for what?” “Elocution and singing.” “I couldn’t afford it.” “But I’d bear the expense myself. It would only be returning a trifle of all you have done for me.” “What nonsense! What would you have her do when she... | My Brilliant Career |
“Career!” | Mrs. Bossier | brilliant career she might have.”<|quote|>“Career!”</|quote|>exclaimed his foster-mother, catching at | to rob Sybylla of the brilliant career she might have.”<|quote|>“Career!”</|quote|>exclaimed his foster-mother, catching at the word. “Career! That is | as there are in all walks of life. I grant you that; but if people are good they can be good on the stage as well as anywhere else. On account of a little prejudice it would be a sin to rob Sybylla of the brilliant career she might have.”<|quote|>“Career!”</|quote|>exclaimed his foster-mother, catching at the word. “Ca... | wicked enough to ever make an actress.” Everard attempted to defend his case. “Look here, gran, that’s a very exploded old notion about the stage being a low profession. It might have been once, but it is quite the reverse nowadays. There are, of course, low people on the stage, as there are in all walks of life. I gra... | to a crowd of vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Child, promise you will never be a bold bad actress.” “I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and... | Do you know, gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.” “Under masters for what?” “Elocution and singing.” “I couldn’t afford it.” “But I’d bear the expense myself. It ... | went to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah! “Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit does you credit. So you actually imagined that by one or tw... | suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morning hug. “When I was a nipper of your age, if I didn’t turn out like greased lightning every morning, I was assisted by ... | My Brilliant Career |
exclaimed his foster-mother, catching at the word. | No speaker | career she might have.” “Career!”<|quote|>exclaimed his foster-mother, catching at the word.</|quote|>“Career! That is all girls | rob Sybylla of the brilliant career she might have.” “Career!”<|quote|>exclaimed his foster-mother, catching at the word.</|quote|>“Career! That is all girls think of now, instead of | there are in all walks of life. I grant you that; but if people are good they can be good on the stage as well as anywhere else. On account of a little prejudice it would be a sin to rob Sybylla of the brilliant career she might have.” “Career!”<|quote|>exclaimed his foster-mother, catching at the word.</|quote|>“Caree... | enough to ever make an actress.” Everard attempted to defend his case. “Look here, gran, that’s a very exploded old notion about the stage being a low profession. It might have been once, but it is quite the reverse nowadays. There are, of course, low people on the stage, as there are in all walks of life. I grant you ... | a crowd of vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Child, promise you will never be a bold bad actress.” “I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and br... | you know, gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.” “Under masters for what?” “Elocution and singing.” “I couldn’t afford it.” “But I’d bear the expense myself. It wou... | to bed that night greatly elated. Flattery is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah! “Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit does you credit. So you actually imagined that by one or two out... | if she feels languid this morning.” “Entertained you I What did she do?” queried grannie. “Many things. Do you know, gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.” “Under m... | My Brilliant Career |
“Career! That is all girls think of now, instead of being good wives and mothers and attending to their homes and doing what God intended. All they think of is gadding about and being fast, and ruining themselves body and soul. And the men are as bad to encourage them,” | Mrs. Bossier | foster-mother, catching at the word.<|quote|>“Career! That is all girls think of now, instead of being good wives and mothers and attending to their homes and doing what God intended. All they think of is gadding about and being fast, and ruining themselves body and soul. And the men are as bad to encourage them,”</|qu... | might have.” “Career!” exclaimed his foster-mother, catching at the word.<|quote|>“Career! That is all girls think of now, instead of being good wives and mothers and attending to their homes and doing what God intended. All they think of is gadding about and being fast, and ruining themselves body and soul. And the me... | I grant you that; but if people are good they can be good on the stage as well as anywhere else. On account of a little prejudice it would be a sin to rob Sybylla of the brilliant career she might have.” “Career!” exclaimed his foster-mother, catching at the word.<|quote|>“Career! That is all girls think of now, instea... | attempted to defend his case. “Look here, gran, that’s a very exploded old notion about the stage being a low profession. It might have been once, but it is quite the reverse nowadays. There are, of course, low people on the stage, as there are in all walks of life. I grant you that; but if people are good they can be ... | would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Child, promise you will never be a bold bad actress.” “I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very... | the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush? I must persuade you to let me take her to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.” “Under masters for what?” “Elocution and singing.” “I couldn’t afford it.” “But I’d bear the expense myself. It would only be returning a trifle of all ... | is sweet to youth. I felt pleased with myself, and imagined, as I peeped in the looking-glass, that I was not half bad-looking after all. CHAPTER ELEVEN Yah! “Bah, you hideous animal! Ha ha! Your peerless conceit does you credit. So you actually imagined that by one or two out of every hundred you might be considered p... | would cause quite a sensation.” Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sight of God, and utterly outside the pale of all respectability, when measured with her code of morals. She t... | My Brilliant Career |
looking severely at Everard. | No speaker | as bad to encourage them,”<|quote|>looking severely at Everard.</|quote|>“There is a great deal | soul. And the men are as bad to encourage them,”<|quote|>looking severely at Everard.</|quote|>“There is a great deal of truth in what you | “Career! That is all girls think of now, instead of being good wives and mothers and attending to their homes and doing what God intended. All they think of is gadding about and being fast, and ruining themselves body and soul. And the men are as bad to encourage them,”<|quote|>looking severely at Everard.</|quote|>“Th... | I grant you that; but if people are good they can be good on the stage as well as anywhere else. On account of a little prejudice it would be a sin to rob Sybylla of the brilliant career she might have.” “Career!” exclaimed his foster-mother, catching at the word. “Career! That is all girls think of now, instead of bei... | stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly. “Yes,” she continued, calming down, “I’m sure you have not enough bad in you. You may be boisterous, and not behave with sufficient propriety sometimes, but I don’t think you are wicked enough to ever make an actress.” Everard attempted to defend his ... | myself. It would only be returning a trifle of all you have done for me.” “What nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?” “Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from... | of every hundred you might be considered passable. You are the most uninteresting person in the world. You are small and nasty and bad, and every other thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.” This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pa... | What would you have her do when she was taught?” “Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sigh... | My Brilliant Career |
“There is a great deal of truth in what you say, gran, I admit. You can apply it to many of our girls, I am sorry to confess, but Sybylla could not be brought under that classification. You must look at her in a different way. If—” | Everard Grey | them,” looking severely at Everard.<|quote|>“There is a great deal of truth in what you say, gran, I admit. You can apply it to many of our girls, I am sorry to confess, but Sybylla could not be brought under that classification. You must look at her in a different way. If—”</|quote|>“I look at her as | are as bad to encourage them,” looking severely at Everard.<|quote|>“There is a great deal of truth in what you say, gran, I admit. You can apply it to many of our girls, I am sorry to confess, but Sybylla could not be brought under that classification. You must look at her in a different way. If—”</|quote|>“I look at ... | girls think of now, instead of being good wives and mothers and attending to their homes and doing what God intended. All they think of is gadding about and being fast, and ruining themselves body and soul. And the men are as bad to encourage them,” looking severely at Everard.<|quote|>“There is a great deal of truth i... | but if people are good they can be good on the stage as well as anywhere else. On account of a little prejudice it would be a sin to rob Sybylla of the brilliant career she might have.” “Career!” exclaimed his foster-mother, catching at the word. “Career! That is all girls think of now, instead of being good wives and ... | and bringing out the actress very faintly. “Yes,” she continued, calming down, “I’m sure you have not enough bad in you. You may be boisterous, and not behave with sufficient propriety sometimes, but I don’t think you are wicked enough to ever make an actress.” Everard attempted to defend his case. “Look here, gran, th... | be returning a trifle of all you have done for me.” “What nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?” “Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man... | might be considered passable. You are the most uninteresting person in the world. You are small and nasty and bad, and every other thing that’s abominable. That’s what you are.” This address I delivered to my reflection in the glass next morning. My elation of the previous night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear,... | would you have her do when she was taught?” “Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sight of ... | My Brilliant Career |
“I look at her as the child of respectable people, and will not have the stage mentioned in connection with her.” | Mrs. Bossier | in a different way. If—”<|quote|>“I look at her as the child of respectable people, and will not have the stage mentioned in connection with her.”</|quote|>Here Grannie thumped her fist | You must look at her in a different way. If—”<|quote|>“I look at her as the child of respectable people, and will not have the stage mentioned in connection with her.”</|quote|>Here Grannie thumped her fist down on the table and | severely at Everard. “There is a great deal of truth in what you say, gran, I admit. You can apply it to many of our girls, I am sorry to confess, but Sybylla could not be brought under that classification. You must look at her in a different way. If—”<|quote|>“I look at her as the child of respectable people, and will... | That is all girls think of now, instead of being good wives and mothers and attending to their homes and doing what God intended. All they think of is gadding about and being fast, and ruining themselves body and soul. And the men are as bad to encourage them,” looking severely at Everard. “There is a great deal of tru... | to defend his case. “Look here, gran, that’s a very exploded old notion about the stage being a low profession. It might have been once, but it is quite the reverse nowadays. There are, of course, low people on the stage, as there are in all walks of life. I grant you that; but if people are good they can be good on th... | very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sight of God, and utterly outside the pale of all respectability, when measured with her code of morals. She turned energetically in her chair, and her keen eyes flashed with scorn and... | night was as flat as a pancake. Dear, oh dear, what a fool I had been to softly swallow the flattery of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my vanity with the ointment of flattery, I determined to serve up my replies to him red-hot and well s... | low, brazen hussy! Use the gifts God has given her with which to do good in showing off to a crowd of vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Child, promise you will never be a bold bad actress.” “I will neve... | My Brilliant Career |
Here Grannie thumped her fist down on the table and there was silence, complete, profound. Few dared argue with Mrs Bossier. Dear old lady, she was never angry long, and in a minute or two she proceeded with her breakfast, saying quite pleasantly: | No speaker | mentioned in connection with her.”<|quote|>Here Grannie thumped her fist down on the table and there was silence, complete, profound. Few dared argue with Mrs Bossier. Dear old lady, she was never angry long, and in a minute or two she proceeded with her breakfast, saying quite pleasantly:</|quote|>“Never mention such... | will not have the stage mentioned in connection with her.”<|quote|>Here Grannie thumped her fist down on the table and there was silence, complete, profound. Few dared argue with Mrs Bossier. Dear old lady, she was never angry long, and in a minute or two she proceeded with her breakfast, saying quite pleasantly:</|qu... | to many of our girls, I am sorry to confess, but Sybylla could not be brought under that classification. You must look at her in a different way. If—” “I look at her as the child of respectable people, and will not have the stage mentioned in connection with her.”<|quote|>Here Grannie thumped her fist down on the table... | what God intended. All they think of is gadding about and being fast, and ruining themselves body and soul. And the men are as bad to encourage them,” looking severely at Everard. “There is a great deal of truth in what you say, gran, I admit. You can apply it to many of our girls, I am sorry to confess, but Sybylla co... | might have been once, but it is quite the reverse nowadays. There are, of course, low people on the stage, as there are in all walks of life. I grant you that; but if people are good they can be good on the stage as well as anywhere else. On account of a little prejudice it would be a sin to rob Sybylla of the brillian... | in the sight of God, and utterly outside the pale of all respectability, when measured with her code of morals. She turned energetically in her chair, and her keen eyes flashed with scorn and anger as she spoke. “Go on the stage! A grand-daughter of mine! Lucy’s eldest child! An actress—a vile, low, brazen hussy! Use t... | of Mr Grey without a single snub in return! To make up for my laxity, if he continued to amuse himself by plastering my vanity with the ointment of flattery, I determined to serve up my replies to him red-hot and well seasoned with pepper. I finished my toilet, and in a very what’s-the-good-o’-anything mood took a last... | and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sight of God, and utterly outside the pale of all respectability, when measured with her code of morals. She turned energetically in her chair, and her keen eyes flashed with scorn and anger as she spoke. “Go on the... | My Brilliant Career |
“Never mention such a subject to me again; but I’ll tell you what you can do. Next autumn, some time in March or April, when the fruit-preserving and jam-making are done with, Helen can take the child to Sydney for a month or so, and you can show them round. It will be a great treat for Sybylla as she has never been in... | Mrs. Bossier | her breakfast, saying quite pleasantly:<|quote|>“Never mention such a subject to me again; but I’ll tell you what you can do. Next autumn, some time in March or April, when the fruit-preserving and jam-making are done with, Helen can take the child to Sydney for a month or so, and you can show them round. It will be a ... | or two she proceeded with her breakfast, saying quite pleasantly:<|quote|>“Never mention such a subject to me again; but I’ll tell you what you can do. Next autumn, some time in March or April, when the fruit-preserving and jam-making are done with, Helen can take the child to Sydney for a month or so, and you can show... | the stage mentioned in connection with her.” Here Grannie thumped her fist down on the table and there was silence, complete, profound. Few dared argue with Mrs Bossier. Dear old lady, she was never angry long, and in a minute or two she proceeded with her breakfast, saying quite pleasantly:<|quote|>“Never mention suc... | gran, I admit. You can apply it to many of our girls, I am sorry to confess, but Sybylla could not be brought under that classification. You must look at her in a different way. If—” “I look at her as the child of respectable people, and will not have the stage mentioned in connection with her.” Here Grannie thumped he... | stage as well as anywhere else. On account of a little prejudice it would be a sin to rob Sybylla of the brilliant career she might have.” “Career!” exclaimed his foster-mother, catching at the word. “Career! That is all girls think of now, instead of being good wives and mothers and attending to their homes and doing ... | grand-daughter of mine! Lucy’s eldest child! An actress—a vile, low, brazen hussy! Use the gifts God has given her with which to do good in showing off to a crowd of vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Ch... | with pepper. I finished my toilet, and in a very what’s-the-good-o’-anything mood took a last glance in the glass to say, “You’re ugly, you’re ugly and useless; so don’t forget that and make a fool of yourself again.” I was in the habit of doing this; it had long ago taken the place of a morning prayer. I said this, th... | do when she was taught?” “Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sight of God, and utterly ou... | My Brilliant Career |
“That’s right, let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,” | Everard Grey | has never been in Sydney.”<|quote|>“That’s right, let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,”</|quote|>said Everard. “Yes; it’s a | treat for Sybylla as she has never been in Sydney.”<|quote|>“That’s right, let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,”</|quote|>said Everard. “Yes; it’s a bargain, if I hear no | do. Next autumn, some time in March or April, when the fruit-preserving and jam-making are done with, Helen can take the child to Sydney for a month or so, and you can show them round. It will be a great treat for Sybylla as she has never been in Sydney.”<|quote|>“That’s right, let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,”</|... | table and there was silence, complete, profound. Few dared argue with Mrs Bossier. Dear old lady, she was never angry long, and in a minute or two she proceeded with her breakfast, saying quite pleasantly: “Never mention such a subject to me again; but I’ll tell you what you can do. Next autumn, some time in March or A... | gadding about and being fast, and ruining themselves body and soul. And the men are as bad to encourage them,” looking severely at Everard. “There is a great deal of truth in what you say, gran, I admit. You can apply it to many of our girls, I am sorry to confess, but Sybylla could not be brought under that classifica... | will never be a bold bad actress.” “I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly. “Yes,” she continued, calming down, “I’m sure you have not enough bad in you. You may be boisterous, and not behave with sufficient propriety som... | lose a little of its sting when I heard it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting... | see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Child, promise you will never be a bold bad actress.” “I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly. “Ye... | My Brilliant Career |
said Everard. | No speaker | a bargain on that, gran,”<|quote|>said Everard.</|quote|>“Yes; it’s a bargain, if | Sydney.” “That’s right, let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,”<|quote|>said Everard.</|quote|>“Yes; it’s a bargain, if I hear no more about | when the fruit-preserving and jam-making are done with, Helen can take the child to Sydney for a month or so, and you can show them round. It will be a great treat for Sybylla as she has never been in Sydney.” “That’s right, let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,”<|quote|>said Everard.</|quote|>“Yes; it’s a bargain, if ... | argue with Mrs Bossier. Dear old lady, she was never angry long, and in a minute or two she proceeded with her breakfast, saying quite pleasantly: “Never mention such a subject to me again; but I’ll tell you what you can do. Next autumn, some time in March or April, when the fruit-preserving and jam-making are done wit... | and soul. And the men are as bad to encourage them,” looking severely at Everard. “There is a great deal of truth in what you say, gran, I admit. You can apply it to many of our girls, I am sorry to confess, but Sybylla could not be brought under that classification. You must look at her in a different way. If—” “I loo... | never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly. “Yes,” she continued, calming down, “I’m sure you have not enough bad in you. You may be boisterous, and not behave with sufficient propriety sometimes, but I don’t think you are wicked en... | it from other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt ... | expense myself. It would only be returning a trifle of all you have done for me.” “What nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?” “Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actress... | My Brilliant Career |
“Yes; it’s a bargain, if I hear no more about the stage. God intends His creatures for a better life than that.” | Mrs. Bossier | on that, gran,” said Everard.<|quote|>“Yes; it’s a bargain, if I hear no more about the stage. God intends His creatures for a better life than that.”</|quote|>After breakfast I was left | right, let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,” said Everard.<|quote|>“Yes; it’s a bargain, if I hear no more about the stage. God intends His creatures for a better life than that.”</|quote|>After breakfast I was left to entertain Everard for some | fruit-preserving and jam-making are done with, Helen can take the child to Sydney for a month or so, and you can show them round. It will be a great treat for Sybylla as she has never been in Sydney.” “That’s right, let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,” said Everard.<|quote|>“Yes; it’s a bargain, if I hear no more abo... | Mrs Bossier. Dear old lady, she was never angry long, and in a minute or two she proceeded with her breakfast, saying quite pleasantly: “Never mention such a subject to me again; but I’ll tell you what you can do. Next autumn, some time in March or April, when the fruit-preserving and jam-making are done with, Helen ca... | And the men are as bad to encourage them,” looking severely at Everard. “There is a great deal of truth in what you say, gran, I admit. You can apply it to many of our girls, I am sorry to confess, but Sybylla could not be brought under that classification. You must look at her in a different way. If—” “I look at her a... | a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly. “Yes,” she continued, calming down, “I’m sure you have not enough bad in you. You may be boisterous, and not behave with sufficient propriety sometimes, but I don’t think you are wicked enough to e... | other lips, but somehow it failed in efficacy. I was late for breakfast that morning. All the others were half through the meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to b... | tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sight of God, and utterly outside the pale of all respectability, when measured with her code of morals. She turned energetically in her chair, and her keen eyes flashed with scorn and ange... | My Brilliant Career |
After breakfast I was left to entertain Everard for some while. We had a fine time. He was a perfect gentleman and a clever conversationalist. I was always desirous of enjoying the company of society people who were well bred and lived according to etiquette, and possessed of leisure and culture sufficient to fill the... | No speaker | a better life than that.”<|quote|>After breakfast I was left to entertain Everard for some while. We had a fine time. He was a perfect gentleman and a clever conversationalist. I was always desirous of enjoying the company of society people who were well bred and lived according to etiquette, and possessed of leisure ... | God intends His creatures for a better life than that.”<|quote|>After breakfast I was left to entertain Everard for some while. We had a fine time. He was a perfect gentleman and a clever conversationalist. I was always desirous of enjoying the company of society people who were well bred and lived according to etique... | them round. It will be a great treat for Sybylla as she has never been in Sydney.” “That’s right, let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,” said Everard. “Yes; it’s a bargain, if I hear no more about the stage. God intends His creatures for a better life than that.”<|quote|>After breakfast I was left to entertain Everard ... | quite pleasantly: “Never mention such a subject to me again; but I’ll tell you what you can do. Next autumn, some time in March or April, when the fruit-preserving and jam-making are done with, Helen can take the child to Sydney for a month or so, and you can show them round. It will be a great treat for Sybylla as she... | you say, gran, I admit. You can apply it to many of our girls, I am sorry to confess, but Sybylla could not be brought under that classification. You must look at her in a different way. If—” “I look at her as the child of respectable people, and will not have the stage mentioned in connection with her.” Here Grannie t... | continued, calming down, “I’m sure you have not enough bad in you. You may be boisterous, and not behave with sufficient propriety sometimes, but I don’t think you are wicked enough to ever make an actress.” Everard attempted to defend his case. “Look here, gran, that’s a very exploded old notion about the stage being ... | meal when I sat down. Grannie had not come home till after twelve, but was looking as brisk as usual. “Come, Sybylla, I suppose this comes of sitting up too late, as I was not here to hunt you to bed. You are always very lively at night, but it’s a different tune in the morning,” she said, when giving me the usual morn... | on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sight of God, and utterly outside the pale of all respect... | My Brilliant Career |
“Sybylla, do you know you are a most wonderful girl? Your figure is perfect, your style refreshing, and you have a most interesting face. It is as ever-changing as a kaleidoscope—sometimes merry, then stern, often sympathetic, and always sad when at rest. One would think you had had some sorrow in your life.” | Everard Grey | upon my shoulders and said:<|quote|>“Sybylla, do you know you are a most wonderful girl? Your figure is perfect, your style refreshing, and you have a most interesting face. It is as ever-changing as a kaleidoscope—sometimes merry, then stern, often sympathetic, and always sad when at rest. One would think you had had ... | me. Everard placed his hands upon my shoulders and said:<|quote|>“Sybylla, do you know you are a most wonderful girl? Your figure is perfect, your style refreshing, and you have a most interesting face. It is as ever-changing as a kaleidoscope—sometimes merry, then stern, often sympathetic, and always sad when at rest.... | of all the latest plays, actors, and actresses with whom he was acquainted, and described the fashionable balls, dinners, and garden-parties he attended. Having exhausted this subject, we fell to discussing books, and I recited snatches of poems dear to me. Everard placed his hands upon my shoulders and said:<|quote|>“... | than the price of farm produce and a hard struggle for existence. Hitherto I had only read of such or seen them in pictures, but here was a real live one, and I seized my opportunity with vim. At my questioning and evident interest in his talk he told me of all the latest plays, actors, and actresses with whom he was a... | Sybylla as she has never been in Sydney.” “That’s right, let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,” said Everard. “Yes; it’s a bargain, if I hear no more about the stage. God intends His creatures for a better life than that.” After breakfast I was left to entertain Everard for some while. We had a fine time. He was a perf... | what God intended. All they think of is gadding about and being fast, and ruining themselves body and soul. And the men are as bad to encourage them,” looking severely at Everard. “There is a great deal of truth in what you say, gran, I admit. You can apply it to many of our girls, I am sorry to confess, but Sybylla co... | to Sydney and have her put under the best masters in Sydney.” “Under masters for what?” “Elocution and singing.” “I couldn’t afford it.” “But I’d bear the expense myself. It would only be returning a trifle of all you have done for me.” “What nonsense! What would you have her do when she was taught?” “Go on the stage, ... | You may be boisterous, and not behave with sufficient propriety sometimes, but I don’t think you are wicked enough to ever make an actress.” Everard attempted to defend his case. “Look here, gran, that’s a very exploded old notion about the stage being a low profession. It might have been once, but it is quite the reve... | My Brilliant Career |
Lifting my skirt at either side, I bowed several times very low in what I called my stage bow, and called into requisition my stage smile, which displayed two rows of teeth as white and perfect as any twenty-guinea set turned out on a gold plate by a fashionable dentist. | No speaker | some sorrow in your life.”<|quote|>Lifting my skirt at either side, I bowed several times very low in what I called my stage bow, and called into requisition my stage smile, which displayed two rows of teeth as white and perfect as any twenty-guinea set turned out on a gold plate by a fashionable dentist.</|quote|>“The... | would think you had had some sorrow in your life.”<|quote|>Lifting my skirt at either side, I bowed several times very low in what I called my stage bow, and called into requisition my stage smile, which displayed two rows of teeth as white and perfect as any twenty-guinea set turned out on a gold plate by a fashionabl... | know you are a most wonderful girl? Your figure is perfect, your style refreshing, and you have a most interesting face. It is as ever-changing as a kaleidoscope—sometimes merry, then stern, often sympathetic, and always sad when at rest. One would think you had had some sorrow in your life.”<|quote|>Lifting my skirt a... | latest plays, actors, and actresses with whom he was acquainted, and described the fashionable balls, dinners, and garden-parties he attended. Having exhausted this subject, we fell to discussing books, and I recited snatches of poems dear to me. Everard placed his hands upon my shoulders and said: “Sybylla, do you kno... | had a fine time. He was a perfect gentleman and a clever conversationalist. I was always desirous of enjoying the company of society people who were well bred and lived according to etiquette, and possessed of leisure and culture sufficient to fill their minds with something more than the price of farm produce and a ha... | our girls, I am sorry to confess, but Sybylla could not be brought under that classification. You must look at her in a different way. If—” “I look at her as the child of respectable people, and will not have the stage mentioned in connection with her.” Here Grannie thumped her fist down on the table and there was sile... | was taught?” “Go on the stage, of course. With her talent and hair she would cause quite a sensation.” Now grannie’s notions are the stage were very tightly laced. All actors and actresses, from the lowest circus man up to the most glorious cantatrice, were people defiled in the sight of God, and utterly outside the pa... | people are good they can be good on the stage as well as anywhere else. On account of a little prejudice it would be a sin to rob Sybylla of the brilliant career she might have.” “Career!” exclaimed his foster-mother, catching at the word. “Career! That is all girls think of now, instead of being good wives and mothers... | My Brilliant Career |
“The handsome gentleman is very kind to amuse himself at the expense of a little country bumpkin, but he would do well to ascertain if his flattery would go down before administering it next time,” | Sybylla Melvyn | plate by a fashionable dentist.<|quote|>“The handsome gentleman is very kind to amuse himself at the expense of a little country bumpkin, but he would do well to ascertain if his flattery would go down before administering it next time,”</|quote|>I said sarcastically, and I | turned out on a gold plate by a fashionable dentist.<|quote|>“The handsome gentleman is very kind to amuse himself at the expense of a little country bumpkin, but he would do well to ascertain if his flattery would go down before administering it next time,”</|quote|>I said sarcastically, and I heard him calling to me | Lifting my skirt at either side, I bowed several times very low in what I called my stage bow, and called into requisition my stage smile, which displayed two rows of teeth as white and perfect as any twenty-guinea set turned out on a gold plate by a fashionable dentist.<|quote|>“The handsome gentleman is very kind to ... | know you are a most wonderful girl? Your figure is perfect, your style refreshing, and you have a most interesting face. It is as ever-changing as a kaleidoscope—sometimes merry, then stern, often sympathetic, and always sad when at rest. One would think you had had some sorrow in your life.” Lifting my skirt at either... | of farm produce and a hard struggle for existence. Hitherto I had only read of such or seen them in pictures, but here was a real live one, and I seized my opportunity with vim. At my questioning and evident interest in his talk he told me of all the latest plays, actors, and actresses with whom he was acquainted, and ... | her fist down on the table and there was silence, complete, profound. Few dared argue with Mrs Bossier. Dear old lady, she was never angry long, and in a minute or two she proceeded with her breakfast, saying quite pleasantly: “Never mention such a subject to me again; but I’ll tell you what you can do. Next autumn, so... | of God, and utterly outside the pale of all respectability, when measured with her code of morals. She turned energetically in her chair, and her keen eyes flashed with scorn and anger as she spoke. “Go on the stage! A grand-daughter of mine! Lucy’s eldest child! An actress—a vile, low, brazen hussy! Use the gifts God ... | than that.” After breakfast I was left to entertain Everard for some while. We had a fine time. He was a perfect gentleman and a clever conversationalist. I was always desirous of enjoying the company of society people who were well bred and lived according to etiquette, and possessed of leisure and culture sufficient... | My Brilliant Career |
I said sarcastically, and I heard him calling to me as I abruptly went off to shut myself in my room. | No speaker | before administering it next time,”<|quote|>I said sarcastically, and I heard him calling to me as I abruptly went off to shut myself in my room.</|quote|>“How dare anyone ridicule me | his flattery would go down before administering it next time,”<|quote|>I said sarcastically, and I heard him calling to me as I abruptly went off to shut myself in my room.</|quote|>“How dare anyone ridicule me by paying idle brainless compliments! | perfect as any twenty-guinea set turned out on a gold plate by a fashionable dentist. “The handsome gentleman is very kind to amuse himself at the expense of a little country bumpkin, but he would do well to ascertain if his flattery would go down before administering it next time,”<|quote|>I said sarcastically, and I ... | sad when at rest. One would think you had had some sorrow in your life.” Lifting my skirt at either side, I bowed several times very low in what I called my stage bow, and called into requisition my stage smile, which displayed two rows of teeth as white and perfect as any twenty-guinea set turned out on a gold plate b... | At my questioning and evident interest in his talk he told me of all the latest plays, actors, and actresses with whom he was acquainted, and described the fashionable balls, dinners, and garden-parties he attended. Having exhausted this subject, we fell to discussing books, and I recited snatches of poems dear to me. ... | her breakfast, saying quite pleasantly: “Never mention such a subject to me again; but I’ll tell you what you can do. Next autumn, some time in March or April, when the fruit-preserving and jam-making are done with, Helen can take the child to Sydney for a month or so, and you can show them round. It will be a great tr... | “Go on the stage! A grand-daughter of mine! Lucy’s eldest child! An actress—a vile, low, brazen hussy! Use the gifts God has given her with which to do good in showing off to a crowd of vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a conven... | creatures for a better life than that.” After breakfast I was left to entertain Everard for some while. We had a fine time. He was a perfect gentleman and a clever conversationalist. I was always desirous of enjoying the company of society people who were well bred and lived according to etiquette, and possessed of le... | My Brilliant Career |
“How dare anyone ridicule me by paying idle brainless compliments! I knew I was ugly, and did not want any one to perjure his soul pretending they thought differently. What right had I to be small? Why wasn’t I possessed of a big aquiline nose and a tall commanding figure?” | Sybylla Melvyn | shut myself in my room.<|quote|>“How dare anyone ridicule me by paying idle brainless compliments! I knew I was ugly, and did not want any one to perjure his soul pretending they thought differently. What right had I to be small? Why wasn’t I possessed of a big aquiline nose and a tall commanding figure?”</|quote|>Thus... | I abruptly went off to shut myself in my room.<|quote|>“How dare anyone ridicule me by paying idle brainless compliments! I knew I was ugly, and did not want any one to perjure his soul pretending they thought differently. What right had I to be small? Why wasn’t I possessed of a big aquiline nose and a tall commanding... | to amuse himself at the expense of a little country bumpkin, but he would do well to ascertain if his flattery would go down before administering it next time,” I said sarcastically, and I heard him calling to me as I abruptly went off to shut myself in my room.<|quote|>“How dare anyone ridicule me by paying idle brain... | I bowed several times very low in what I called my stage bow, and called into requisition my stage smile, which displayed two rows of teeth as white and perfect as any twenty-guinea set turned out on a gold plate by a fashionable dentist. “The handsome gentleman is very kind to amuse himself at the expense of a little ... | whom he was acquainted, and described the fashionable balls, dinners, and garden-parties he attended. Having exhausted this subject, we fell to discussing books, and I recited snatches of poems dear to me. Everard placed his hands upon my shoulders and said: “Sybylla, do you know you are a most wonderful girl? Your fig... | Next autumn, some time in March or April, when the fruit-preserving and jam-making are done with, Helen can take the child to Sydney for a month or so, and you can show them round. It will be a great treat for Sybylla as she has never been in Sydney.” “That’s right, let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,” said Everard. ... | has given her with which to do good in showing off to a crowd of vile bad men! I would rather see her struck dead at my feet this instant! I would rather see her shear off her hair and enter a convent this very hour. Child, promise you will never be a bold bad actress.” “I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” ... | be brought under that classification. You must look at her in a different way. If—” “I look at her as the child of respectable people, and will not have the stage mentioned in connection with her.” Here Grannie thumped her fist down on the table and there was silence, complete, profound. Few dared argue with Mrs Bossie... | My Brilliant Career |
Thus I sat in burning discontent and ill-humour until soothed by the scent of roses and the gleam of soft spring sunshine which streamed in through my open window. Some of the flower-beds in the garden were completely carpeted with pansy blossoms, all colours, and violets-blue and white, single and double. The scent of... | No speaker | and a tall commanding figure?”<|quote|>Thus I sat in burning discontent and ill-humour until soothed by the scent of roses and the gleam of soft spring sunshine which streamed in through my open window. Some of the flower-beds in the garden were completely carpeted with pansy blossoms, all colours, and violets-blue and... | of a big aquiline nose and a tall commanding figure?”<|quote|>Thus I sat in burning discontent and ill-humour until soothed by the scent of roses and the gleam of soft spring sunshine which streamed in through my open window. Some of the flower-beds in the garden were completely carpeted with pansy blossoms, all colour... | “How dare anyone ridicule me by paying idle brainless compliments! I knew I was ugly, and did not want any one to perjure his soul pretending they thought differently. What right had I to be small? Why wasn’t I possessed of a big aquiline nose and a tall commanding figure?”<|quote|>Thus I sat in burning discontent and ... | to amuse himself at the expense of a little country bumpkin, but he would do well to ascertain if his flattery would go down before administering it next time,” I said sarcastically, and I heard him calling to me as I abruptly went off to shut myself in my room. “How dare anyone ridicule me by paying idle brainless com... | girl? Your figure is perfect, your style refreshing, and you have a most interesting face. It is as ever-changing as a kaleidoscope—sometimes merry, then stern, often sympathetic, and always sad when at rest. One would think you had had some sorrow in your life.” Lifting my skirt at either side, I bowed several times v... | right, let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,” said Everard. “Yes; it’s a bargain, if I hear no more about the stage. God intends His creatures for a better life than that.” After breakfast I was left to entertain Everard for some while. We had a fine time. He was a perfect gentleman and a clever conversationalist. I w... | never be a bold bad actress.” “I will never be a _bold bad_ actress, grannie,” I said, putting great stress on the adjectives, and bringing out the actress very faintly. “Yes,” she continued, calming down, “I’m sure you have not enough bad in you. You may be boisterous, and not behave with sufficient propriety sometime... | fill their minds with something more than the price of farm produce and a hard struggle for existence. Hitherto I had only read of such or seen them in pictures, but here was a real live one, and I seized my opportunity with vim. At my questioning and evident interest in his talk he told me of all the latest plays, act... | My Brilliant Career |
“My word, didn’t gran make a to-do this morning when I proposed to train Sybylla for the stage! Do you know that girl is simply reeking with talent; I must have her trained. I will keep bringing the idea before gran until she gets used to it. I’ll work the we-should-use-the-gifts-God-has-given-us racket for all it is w... | Everard Grey | to listen to their conversation.<|quote|>“My word, didn’t gran make a to-do this morning when I proposed to train Sybylla for the stage! Do you know that girl is simply reeking with talent; I must have her trained. I will keep bringing the idea before gran until she gets used to it. I’ll work the we-should-use-the-gift... | of disapproval from my conscience, to listen to their conversation.<|quote|>“My word, didn’t gran make a to-do this morning when I proposed to train Sybylla for the stage! Do you know that girl is simply reeking with talent; I must have her trained. I will keep bringing the idea before gran until she gets used to it. I... | to which I never stoop. I thought they were aware of my presence on the veranda; but it appears they were not, as they began to discuss me (wonderfully interesting subject to myself), and I stayed there, without one word of disapproval from my conscience, to listen to their conversation.<|quote|>“My word, didn’t gran m... | away; or, if that were impossible without discovery, she would have put her fingers in her ears, and would have been in a terrible state of agitation lest she should hear something not intended for her. I did not come there with a view to eavesdropping. It is a degradation to which I never stoop. I thought they were aw... | vases, and, filling them with water, set them on a table in the veranda near one of the drawing-room windows. I gathered lapfuls of the lovely blossoms, and commenced arranging them in the vases. Part of the old Caddagat house was built of slabs, and one of the wooden walls ran along the veranda side of the drawing-roo... | gold plate by a fashionable dentist. “The handsome gentleman is very kind to amuse himself at the expense of a little country bumpkin, but he would do well to ascertain if his flattery would go down before administering it next time,” I said sarcastically, and I heard him calling to me as I abruptly went off to shut my... | connection with her.” Here Grannie thumped her fist down on the table and there was silence, complete, profound. Few dared argue with Mrs Bossier. Dear old lady, she was never angry long, and in a minute or two she proceeded with her breakfast, saying quite pleasantly: “Never mention such a subject to me again; but I’... | my questioning and evident interest in his talk he told me of all the latest plays, actors, and actresses with whom he was acquainted, and described the fashionable balls, dinners, and garden-parties he attended. Having exhausted this subject, we fell to discussing books, and I recited snatches of poems dear to me. Eve... | My Brilliant Career |
“No, Everard; there are very few who succeed on the stage. I would not use my influence, as it is a life of which I do not approve.” | Aunt Helen | use your influence too, Helen.”<|quote|>“No, Everard; there are very few who succeed on the stage. I would not use my influence, as it is a life of which I do not approve.”</|quote|>“But Sybylla _would_ succeed. I | is worth, and you might use your influence too, Helen.”<|quote|>“No, Everard; there are very few who succeed on the stage. I would not use my influence, as it is a life of which I do not approve.”</|quote|>“But Sybylla _would_ succeed. I am a personal friend of | for the stage! Do you know that girl is simply reeking with talent; I must have her trained. I will keep bringing the idea before gran until she gets used to it. I’ll work the we-should-use-the-gifts-God-has-given-us racket for all it is worth, and you might use your influence too, Helen.”<|quote|>“No, Everard; there a... | veranda; but it appears they were not, as they began to discuss me (wonderfully interesting subject to myself), and I stayed there, without one word of disapproval from my conscience, to listen to their conversation. “My word, didn’t gran make a to-do this morning when I proposed to train Sybylla for the stage! Do you ... | Grey were trying to the piano came as a sweet accompaniment to my congenial task. Presently they left off singing and commenced talking. Under the same circumstances a heroine of a story would have slipped away; or, if that were impossible without discovery, she would have put her fingers in her ears, and would have be... | ridicule me by paying idle brainless compliments! I knew I was ugly, and did not want any one to perjure his soul pretending they thought differently. What right had I to be small? Why wasn’t I possessed of a big aquiline nose and a tall commanding figure?” Thus I sat in burning discontent and ill-humour until soothed ... | time in March or April, when the fruit-preserving and jam-making are done with, Helen can take the child to Sydney for a month or so, and you can show them round. It will be a great treat for Sybylla as she has never been in Sydney.” “That’s right, let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,” said Everard. “Yes; it’s a barga... | smile, which displayed two rows of teeth as white and perfect as any twenty-guinea set turned out on a gold plate by a fashionable dentist. “The handsome gentleman is very kind to amuse himself at the expense of a little country bumpkin, but he would do well to ascertain if his flattery would go down before administeri... | My Brilliant Career |
“But Sybylla _would_ succeed. I am a personal friend of the leading managers, and my influence would help her greatly.” | Everard Grey | which I do not approve.”<|quote|>“But Sybylla _would_ succeed. I am a personal friend of the leading managers, and my influence would help her greatly.”</|quote|>“Yes; but what would you | it is a life of which I do not approve.”<|quote|>“But Sybylla _would_ succeed. I am a personal friend of the leading managers, and my influence would help her greatly.”</|quote|>“Yes; but what would you do with her? A young | gets used to it. I’ll work the we-should-use-the-gifts-God-has-given-us racket for all it is worth, and you might use your influence too, Helen.” “No, Everard; there are very few who succeed on the stage. I would not use my influence, as it is a life of which I do not approve.”<|quote|>“But Sybylla _would_ succeed. I a... | my conscience, to listen to their conversation. “My word, didn’t gran make a to-do this morning when I proposed to train Sybylla for the stage! Do you know that girl is simply reeking with talent; I must have her trained. I will keep bringing the idea before gran until she gets used to it. I’ll work the we-should-use-t... | heroine of a story would have slipped away; or, if that were impossible without discovery, she would have put her fingers in her ears, and would have been in a terrible state of agitation lest she should hear something not intended for her. I did not come there with a view to eavesdropping. It is a degradation to which... | had I to be small? Why wasn’t I possessed of a big aquiline nose and a tall commanding figure?” Thus I sat in burning discontent and ill-humour until soothed by the scent of roses and the gleam of soft spring sunshine which streamed in through my open window. Some of the flower-beds in the garden were completely carpet... | show them round. It will be a great treat for Sybylla as she has never been in Sydney.” “That’s right, let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,” said Everard. “Yes; it’s a bargain, if I hear no more about the stage. God intends His creatures for a better life than that.” After breakfast I was left to entertain Everard for... | at either side, I bowed several times very low in what I called my stage bow, and called into requisition my stage smile, which displayed two rows of teeth as white and perfect as any twenty-guinea set turned out on a gold plate by a fashionable dentist. “The handsome gentleman is very kind to amuse himself at the expe... | My Brilliant Career |
“Yes; but what would you do with her? A young gentleman couldn’t take charge of a girl and bring her out without ruining her reputation. There would be no end of scandal, as the sister theory would only be nonsense.” | Aunt Helen | influence would help her greatly.”<|quote|>“Yes; but what would you do with her? A young gentleman couldn’t take charge of a girl and bring her out without ruining her reputation. There would be no end of scandal, as the sister theory would only be nonsense.”</|quote|>“There is another way; I | the leading managers, and my influence would help her greatly.”<|quote|>“Yes; but what would you do with her? A young gentleman couldn’t take charge of a girl and bring her out without ruining her reputation. There would be no end of scandal, as the sister theory would only be nonsense.”</|quote|>“There is another way;... | too, Helen.” “No, Everard; there are very few who succeed on the stage. I would not use my influence, as it is a life of which I do not approve.” “But Sybylla _would_ succeed. I am a personal friend of the leading managers, and my influence would help her greatly.”<|quote|>“Yes; but what would you do with her? A young ... | train Sybylla for the stage! Do you know that girl is simply reeking with talent; I must have her trained. I will keep bringing the idea before gran until she gets used to it. I’ll work the we-should-use-the-gifts-God-has-given-us racket for all it is worth, and you might use your influence too, Helen.” “No, Everard; t... | fingers in her ears, and would have been in a terrible state of agitation lest she should hear something not intended for her. I did not come there with a view to eavesdropping. It is a degradation to which I never stoop. I thought they were aware of my presence on the veranda; but it appears they were not, as they beg... | I sat in burning discontent and ill-humour until soothed by the scent of roses and the gleam of soft spring sunshine which streamed in through my open window. Some of the flower-beds in the garden were completely carpeted with pansy blossoms, all colours, and violets-blue and white, single and double. The scent of mign... | let’s strike a bargain on that, gran,” said Everard. “Yes; it’s a bargain, if I hear no more about the stage. God intends His creatures for a better life than that.” After breakfast I was left to entertain Everard for some while. We had a fine time. He was a perfect gentleman and a clever conversationalist. I was alwa... | she would have put her fingers in her ears, and would have been in a terrible state of agitation lest she should hear something not intended for her. I did not come there with a view to eavesdropping. It is a degradation to which I never stoop. I thought they were aware of my presence on the veranda; but it appears the... | My Brilliant Career |
“There is another way; I could easily stop scandal.” | Everard Grey | theory would only be nonsense.”<|quote|>“There is another way; I could easily stop scandal.”</|quote|>“Everard, what do you mean!” | of scandal, as the sister theory would only be nonsense.”<|quote|>“There is another way; I could easily stop scandal.”</|quote|>“Everard, what do you mean!” “I mean marriage,” he replied | the leading managers, and my influence would help her greatly.” “Yes; but what would you do with her? A young gentleman couldn’t take charge of a girl and bring her out without ruining her reputation. There would be no end of scandal, as the sister theory would only be nonsense.”<|quote|>“There is another way; I could ... | all it is worth, and you might use your influence too, Helen.” “No, Everard; there are very few who succeed on the stage. I would not use my influence, as it is a life of which I do not approve.” “But Sybylla _would_ succeed. I am a personal friend of the leading managers, and my influence would help her greatly.” “Yes... | never stoop. I thought they were aware of my presence on the veranda; but it appears they were not, as they began to discuss me (wonderfully interesting subject to myself), and I stayed there, without one word of disapproval from my conscience, to listen to their conversation. “My word, didn’t gran make a to-do this mo... | blossoms, all colours, and violets-blue and white, single and double. The scent of mignonette, jonquils, and narcissi filled the air. I revelled in rich perfumes, and these tempted me forth. My ruffled feelings gave way before the delights of the old garden. I collected a number of vases, and, filling them with water, ... | some while. We had a fine time. He was a perfect gentleman and a clever conversationalist. I was always desirous of enjoying the company of society people who were well bred and lived according to etiquette, and possessed of leisure and culture sufficient to fill their minds with something more than the price of farm p... | of the old Caddagat house was built of slabs, and one of the wooden walls ran along the veranda side of the drawing-room, so the songs aunt Helen and Everard Grey were trying to the piano came as a sweet accompaniment to my congenial task. Presently they left off singing and commenced talking. Under the same circumstan... | My Brilliant Career |
“Everard, what do you mean!” | Aunt Helen | I could easily stop scandal.”<|quote|>“Everard, what do you mean!”</|quote|>“I mean marriage,” he replied | nonsense.” “There is another way; I could easily stop scandal.”<|quote|>“Everard, what do you mean!”</|quote|>“I mean marriage,” he replied deliberately. “Surely, boy, you must | greatly.” “Yes; but what would you do with her? A young gentleman couldn’t take charge of a girl and bring her out without ruining her reputation. There would be no end of scandal, as the sister theory would only be nonsense.” “There is another way; I could easily stop scandal.”<|quote|>“Everard, what do you mean!”</|q... | influence too, Helen.” “No, Everard; there are very few who succeed on the stage. I would not use my influence, as it is a life of which I do not approve.” “But Sybylla _would_ succeed. I am a personal friend of the leading managers, and my influence would help her greatly.” “Yes; but what would you do with her? A youn... | presence on the veranda; but it appears they were not, as they began to discuss me (wonderfully interesting subject to myself), and I stayed there, without one word of disapproval from my conscience, to listen to their conversation. “My word, didn’t gran make a to-do this morning when I proposed to train Sybylla for th... | double. The scent of mignonette, jonquils, and narcissi filled the air. I revelled in rich perfumes, and these tempted me forth. My ruffled feelings gave way before the delights of the old garden. I collected a number of vases, and, filling them with water, set them on a table in the veranda near one of the drawing-roo... | a perfect gentleman and a clever conversationalist. I was always desirous of enjoying the company of society people who were well bred and lived according to etiquette, and possessed of leisure and culture sufficient to fill their minds with something more than the price of farm produce and a hard struggle for existenc... | a table in the veranda near one of the drawing-room windows. I gathered lapfuls of the lovely blossoms, and commenced arranging them in the vases. Part of the old Caddagat house was built of slabs, and one of the wooden walls ran along the veranda side of the drawing-room, so the songs aunt Helen and Everard Grey were ... | My Brilliant Career |
“I mean marriage,” | Everard Grey | “Everard, what do you mean!”<|quote|>“I mean marriage,”</|quote|>he replied deliberately. “Surely, boy, | I could easily stop scandal.” “Everard, what do you mean!”<|quote|>“I mean marriage,”</|quote|>he replied deliberately. “Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You | you do with her? A young gentleman couldn’t take charge of a girl and bring her out without ruining her reputation. There would be no end of scandal, as the sister theory would only be nonsense.” “There is another way; I could easily stop scandal.” “Everard, what do you mean!”<|quote|>“I mean marriage,”</|quote|>he rep... | there are very few who succeed on the stage. I would not use my influence, as it is a life of which I do not approve.” “But Sybylla _would_ succeed. I am a personal friend of the leading managers, and my influence would help her greatly.” “Yes; but what would you do with her? A young gentleman couldn’t take charge of a... | it appears they were not, as they began to discuss me (wonderfully interesting subject to myself), and I stayed there, without one word of disapproval from my conscience, to listen to their conversation. “My word, didn’t gran make a to-do this morning when I proposed to train Sybylla for the stage! Do you know that gir... | jonquils, and narcissi filled the air. I revelled in rich perfumes, and these tempted me forth. My ruffled feelings gave way before the delights of the old garden. I collected a number of vases, and, filling them with water, set them on a table in the veranda near one of the drawing-room windows. I gathered lapfuls of ... | clever conversationalist. I was always desirous of enjoying the company of society people who were well bred and lived according to etiquette, and possessed of leisure and culture sufficient to fill their minds with something more than the price of farm produce and a hard struggle for existence. Hitherto I had only rea... | Caddagat house was built of slabs, and one of the wooden walls ran along the veranda side of the drawing-room, so the songs aunt Helen and Everard Grey were trying to the piano came as a sweet accompaniment to my congenial task. Presently they left off singing and commenced talking. Under the same circumstances a heroi... | My Brilliant Career |
he replied deliberately. | No speaker | you mean!” “I mean marriage,”<|quote|>he replied deliberately.</|quote|>“Surely, boy, you must be | stop scandal.” “Everard, what do you mean!” “I mean marriage,”<|quote|>he replied deliberately.</|quote|>“Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen | her? A young gentleman couldn’t take charge of a girl and bring her out without ruining her reputation. There would be no end of scandal, as the sister theory would only be nonsense.” “There is another way; I could easily stop scandal.” “Everard, what do you mean!” “I mean marriage,”<|quote|>he replied deliberately.</|... | few who succeed on the stage. I would not use my influence, as it is a life of which I do not approve.” “But Sybylla _would_ succeed. I am a personal friend of the leading managers, and my influence would help her greatly.” “Yes; but what would you do with her? A young gentleman couldn’t take charge of a girl and bring... | were not, as they began to discuss me (wonderfully interesting subject to myself), and I stayed there, without one word of disapproval from my conscience, to listen to their conversation. “My word, didn’t gran make a to-do this morning when I proposed to train Sybylla for the stage! Do you know that girl is simply reek... | filled the air. I revelled in rich perfumes, and these tempted me forth. My ruffled feelings gave way before the delights of the old garden. I collected a number of vases, and, filling them with water, set them on a table in the veranda near one of the drawing-room windows. I gathered lapfuls of the lovely blossoms, an... | was always desirous of enjoying the company of society people who were well bred and lived according to etiquette, and possessed of leisure and culture sufficient to fill their minds with something more than the price of farm produce and a hard struggle for existence. Hitherto I had only read of such or seen them in pi... | it appears they were not, as they began to discuss me (wonderfully interesting subject to myself), and I stayed there, without one word of disapproval from my conscience, to listen to their conversation. “My word, didn’t gran make a to-do this morning when I proposed to train Sybylla for the stage! Do you know that gir... | My Brilliant Career |
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