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“Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen her for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.” | Aunt Helen | mean marriage,” he replied deliberately.<|quote|>“Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen her for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.”</|quote|>Perhaps she here thought of | what do you mean!” “I mean marriage,” he replied deliberately.<|quote|>“Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen her for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.”</|quote|>Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, | 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,” he replied deliberately.<|quote|>“Surely, boy, y... | 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 her out without... | 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 reeking with tale... | 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, and commenced arra... | 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 pictures, but here was... | 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 the stage! Do ... | My Brilliant Career |
Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. | No speaker | believe in these sudden attachments.”<|quote|>Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily.</|quote|>“Everard, don’t do anything rashly. | hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.”<|quote|>Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily.</|quote|>“Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very | the sister theory would only be nonsense.” “There is another way; I could easily stop scandal.” “Everard, what do you mean!” “I mean marriage,” he replied deliberately. “Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen her for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.”<|quote|>Perhaps she here t... | 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 her out without ruining her reputation. There would be no end of scandal, as the sister theory would only be nonsense.” “The... | 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-the-gifts-God-has-g... | 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, 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 s... | 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 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, ... | 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, and commenced arranging them in the vases. Part of the old Caddagat house w... | My Brilliant Career |
“Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” | Aunt Helen | which had not ended happily.<|quote|>“Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.”</|quote|>“I don’t thin... | one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily.<|quote|>“Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die... | scandal.” “Everard, what do you mean!” “I mean marriage,” he replied deliberately. “Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen her for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily.<|quote|>“Everard, don’t do any... | 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.” “There is another way; I could easily stop scandal.” “Everard, what do you mean!” “I mean... | 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 worth, and you might use your influence too, Helen.” “No... | 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 trying t... | 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 described the fashiona... | 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 the stage! ... | My Brilliant Career |
“I don’t think she is that sort,” | Everard Grey | her to pine and die.”<|quote|>“I don’t think she is that sort,”</|quote|>he replied laughingly. “No, she | heart away and then leave her to pine and die.”<|quote|>“I don’t think she is that sort,”</|quote|>he replied laughingly. “No, she would not die, but would | had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.”<|quote|>“I don’t think she is that s... | I could easily stop scandal.” “Everard, what do you mean!” “I mean marriage,” he replied deliberately. “Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen her for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, ... | 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; but what would ... | 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 heroine of a story would have slipped away; or, if that were impossible without discovery, she would h... | 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 know you a... | 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-the-gifts-God-has-g... | My Brilliant Career |
he replied laughingly. | No speaker | think she is that sort,”<|quote|>he replied laughingly.</|quote|>“No, she would not die, | pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,”<|quote|>he replied laughingly.</|quote|>“No, she would not die, but would grow into a | anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,”<|quote|>he replied laughingly.</|quote|>“No,... | do you mean!” “I mean marriage,” he replied deliberately. “Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen her for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are ve... | 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 young gentleman cou... | 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 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... | 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 figure is p... | 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 young gentlema... | My Brilliant Career |
“No, she would not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, which is the worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.” | Aunt Helen | that sort,” he replied laughingly.<|quote|>“No, she would not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, which is the worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.”</|quote|>“... | “I don’t think she is that sort,” he replied laughingly.<|quote|>“No, she would not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, which is the worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid char... | know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,” he replied laughingly.<|quote|>“No, she would not die, but would ... | “I mean marriage,” he replied deliberately. “Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen her for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and ... | 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... | 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 been in a te... | 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 figure is perfect, your style r... | 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 carpeted with pansy blossoms, all colours, and violets-blue and white, single... | My Brilliant Career |
“But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?” | Everard Grey | into a splendid character yet.”<|quote|>“But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?”</|quote|>“She is not the girl | I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.”<|quote|>“But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?”</|quote|>“She is not the girl for you. You are not | she would not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, which is the worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.”<|quote|>“But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, yo... | you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,” he replied laughingly. “No, she would not die, but would grow into a c... | 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!” “I mean marriage,” he replied deliberately. “S... | 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 began to discuss me (wonderf... | 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 very low in what I called my stage b... | 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 began to discuss me (wonderfully interesting subject to my... | My Brilliant Career |
“She is not the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever control her. What I say may not be complimentary but it is true. Besides, she is not seventeen yet, and I do not approve of romantic young girls throwing themselves into matrimony. Let them develop their womanhood first.” | Aunt Helen | bad old hubby, do you?”<|quote|>“She is not the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever control her. What I say may not be complimentary but it is true. Besides, she is not seventeen yet, and I do not approve of romantic young girls throwing themselves into matrimony. Let them develop their womanhood first.”</... | think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?”<|quote|>“She is not the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever control her. What I say may not be complimentary but it is true. Besides, she is not seventeen yet, and I do not approve of romantic young girls throwing themselves into matrimony. Let them develop thei... | Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?”<|quote|>“She is not the girl for you. You are not the man w... | your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,” he replied laughingly. “No, she would not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, which is the worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who un... | 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,” he replied deliberately. “Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen her for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachmen... | 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 began to discuss me (wonderfully interesting subject to myself), and I stayed there, without one word of disapproval from my conscience, to ... | 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 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 g... | 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; 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 Sybyl... | My Brilliant Career |
“Then I expect I had better hide my attractions under a bushel during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?” | Everard Grey | them develop their womanhood first.”<|quote|>“Then I expect I had better hide my attractions under a bushel during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?”</|quote|>“Yes. Be as nice to | throwing themselves into matrimony. Let them develop their womanhood first.”<|quote|>“Then I expect I had better hide my attractions under a bushel during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?”</|quote|>“Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, | the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever control her. What I say may not be complimentary but it is true. Besides, she is not seventeen yet, and I do not approve of romantic young girls throwing themselves into matrimony. Let them develop their womanhood first.”<|quote|>“Then I expect I had better hide my a... | as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?” “She is not the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever control ... | in these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate y... | 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 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-... | 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,” I said sarcastically, and I heard him callin... | way; I could easily stop scandal.” “Everard, what do you mean!” “I mean marriage,” he replied deliberately. “Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen her for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Ever... | My Brilliant Career |
“Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—” | Aunt Helen | of my stay at Caddagat?”<|quote|>“Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—”</|quote|>I waited to hear no | a bushel during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?”<|quote|>“Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—”</|quote|>I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with | complimentary but it is true. Besides, she is not seventeen yet, and I do not approve of romantic young girls throwing themselves into matrimony. Let them develop their womanhood first.” “Then I expect I had better hide my attractions under a bushel during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?”<|quote|>“Yes. Be as nice... | her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?” “She is not the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever control her. What I say may not be complimentary but it is true. Besides, she is not seventeen yet, and I do not app... | don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,” he replied laughingly. “No, she wou... | 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 worth, and you might use your influence too, Helen.” “No, Everard... | 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... | 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 trying to the piano came as a sweet accompaniment to my congenial task. Presently they left off singing ... | My Brilliant Career |
I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither, sipping from hundreds of trees, white or pink with bloom—their beauty was lost upon me. I stood ankle-deep in v... | No speaker | is so easy to steal—”<|quote|>I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither, sipping from hundreds of trees, white or pink with bloom—their beauty was lost up... | ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—”<|quote|>I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither, sipping from hundreds of trees, white or pin... | develop their womanhood first.” “Then I expect I had better hide my attractions under a bushel during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?” “Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—”<|quote|>I waited to hear no more, but, brimmin... | you?” “She is not the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever control her. What I say may not be complimentary but it is true. Besides, she is not seventeen yet, and I do not approve of romantic young girls throwing themselves into matrimony. Let them develop their womanhood first.” “Then I expect I had better... | of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,” he replied laughingly. “No, she would not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, which is the worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who... | 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; 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 _... | 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 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 w... | 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 been in a terrible state of agitation lest she should hear something not intended for her. I d... | My Brilliant Career |
“Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpill... | Sybylla Melvyn | way to my wounded vanity.<|quote|>“Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no... | gnarled old apple-tree, and gave way to my wounded vanity.<|quote|>“Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win ... | old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither, sipping from hundreds of trees, white or pink with bloom—their beauty was lost upon me. I stood ankle-deep in violets, where they had run wild under a gnarled old apple-tree, and gave way to my wounded vanity.<|quote|>“Li... | stay at Caddagat?” “Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—” I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured... | hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?” “She is not the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever control her. What I say may not be complimentary but it is true. Besides, she is not seventeen yet, an... | 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.” “There is another way; I could easily stop scandal.” “Everard, what do you mea... | 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 carpeted with pansy blossoms, all colours, and violets-blue and white, single... | a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,” he replied laughingly. “No, she would not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, which is the wors... | My Brilliant Career |
“I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” | Frank Hawden | I hate and detest men!”<|quote|>“I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,”</|quote|>sneered a voice behind me. | there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!”<|quote|>“I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,”</|quote|>sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how | enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!”<|quote|>“I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,”</|quote... | way to my wounded vanity. “Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of... | during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?” “Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—” I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, an... | as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she ... | 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-room, so the songs aunt Hele... | don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,” he replied laughingly. “No, she wou... | My Brilliant Career |
sneered a voice behind me. | No speaker | to show off with tonight,”<|quote|>sneered a voice behind me.</|quote|>“No, I’m realisticing; and how | are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,”<|quote|>sneered a voice behind me.</|quote|>“No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious | more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,”<|quote|>sneered a voice behind me.</|quote|>“No, I’m realisticing; and... | him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will... | the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—” I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither... | know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,” he replied laughingly. “No, she would not die, but would grow int... | 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 trying to the piano came as a sweet... | into matrimony. Let them develop their womanhood first.” “Then I expect I had better hide my attractions under a bushel during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?” “Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—” I waited to hear no m... | My Brilliant Career |
“No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” | Sybylla Melvyn | sneered a voice behind me.<|quote|>“No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—”</|quote|>“While a girl is disengaged, | to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me.<|quote|>“No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—”</|quote|>“While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her | the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me.<|quote|>“No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your o... | up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gu... | but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—” I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither, sipping from hundreds... | and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,” he replied laughingly. “No, she would not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, wh... | 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 trying to the piano came as a sweet accompaniment to my congenial task. ... | sister theory would only be nonsense.” “There is another way; I could easily stop scandal.” “Everard, what do you mean!” “I mean marriage,” he replied deliberately. “Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen her for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of on... | My Brilliant Career |
“While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” | Frank Hawden | alone! Haven’t I often shown—”<|quote|>“While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,”</|quote|>interrupted Mr Hawden. It was | when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—”<|quote|>“While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,”</|quote|>interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. | no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—”<|quote|>“While a girl is disengaged, any man who... | saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more ... | brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither, sipping from hundreds of trees, white or pink with bloom—their beauty was lost upon me. I stood ankle-deep in violets, where they had run wild... | passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,” he replied laughingly. “No, she would not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, which is the worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my count... | 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 heroine of a story would have slipped away; ... | Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?” “She is not the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever control her. What I say may not be complimentary but it is true. Besides, she is not seventeen yet, and I do not approve of romantic young girls throwing them... | My Brilliant Career |
interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. | No speaker | if he is in earnest,”<|quote|>interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me.</|quote|>“I am well aware of | pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,”<|quote|>interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me.</|quote|>“I am well aware of that,” I replied. “But it | behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,”<|quote|>interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before m... | than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your o... | and thither, sipping from hundreds of trees, white or pink with bloom—their beauty was lost upon me. I stood ankle-deep in violets, where they had run wild under a gnarled old apple-tree, and gave way to my wounded vanity. “Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted ... | not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, which is the worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d ... | 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 been in a terrible state o... | as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she ... | My Brilliant Career |
“I am well aware of that,” | Sybylla Melvyn | he who stood before me.<|quote|>“I am well aware of that,”</|quote|>I replied. “But it is | interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me.<|quote|>“I am well aware of that,”</|quote|>I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel | your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me.<|quote|>“I am well aware of that,”</|quote|>I replied. “But it is... | not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone!... | with bloom—their beauty was lost upon me. I stood ankle-deep in violets, where they had run wild under a gnarled old apple-tree, and gave way to my wounded vanity. “Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me ... | which is the worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?” “She is not the... | 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 been in a terrible state of agitation lest she should hear something not intended fo... | _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 her out without ruining her reputation. There would be no end of scandal, as the sister theory would only be nonsens... | My Brilliant Career |
I replied. | No speaker | am well aware of that,”<|quote|>I replied.</|quote|>“But it is a woman’s | who stood before me. “I am well aware of that,”<|quote|>I replied.</|quote|>“But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions | I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. “I am well aware of that,”<|quote|>I replied.</|quote|>“But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those att... | in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “W... | me. I stood ankle-deep in violets, where they had run wild under a gnarled old apple-tree, and gave way to my wounded vanity. “Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw throu... | Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?” “She is not the girl for you. You are not th... | 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 been in a terrible state of agitation lest she should hear something not intended for her. I did not come there with a v... | had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,” he... | My Brilliant Career |
“But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” | Sybylla Melvyn | aware of that,” I replied.<|quote|>“But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.”</|quote|>Having delivered this retort, I | before me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied.<|quote|>“But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.”</|quote|>Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving | to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied.<|quote|>“But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if dista... | with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a g... | stood ankle-deep in violets, where they had run wild under a gnarled old apple-tree, and gave way to my wounded vanity. “Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him... | alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?” “She is not the girl for you. You are not the man wh... | 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 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 eavesdroppin... | young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,” he replied laughingly. “No, she would not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, which is the worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden a... | My Brilliant Career |
Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had... | No speaker | to accord me that privilege.”<|quote|>Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience... | to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.”<|quote|>Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of swee... | pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.”<|quote|>Having delivered this retort, I returned t... | more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interr... | country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on t... | to mould her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?” “She is not the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever control her. What I say may not be complimentary but it is true. Besides, she is not seventeen yet, and I d... | 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 they were not... | to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither, sipping from hundreds of trees, white or pink with bloom—their beauty was lost upon me. I stood ankle-deep in violets, w... | My Brilliant Career |
“Gaité de Coeur” | No speaker | Kowalski’s galop, from that into<|quote|>“Gaité de Coeur”</|quote|>until I made the piano | the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into<|quote|>“Gaité de Coeur”</|quote|>until I made the piano dance and tremble like a | a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into<|quote|>“Gaité de Coeur”</|quote|>unt... | replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in ... | love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “Whil... | them develop their womanhood first.” “Then I expect I had better hide my attractions under a bushel during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?” “Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—” I waited to hear no more, but, brimming o... | 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 reeking with talent; I must have her trained. I will keep bringing the idea before gran until she gets used... | at Caddagat?” “Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—” I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butt... | My Brilliant Career |
until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, | No speaker | that into “Gaité de Coeur”<|quote|>until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes,</|quote|>“Weber’s Last” . I became | dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur”<|quote|>until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes,</|quote|>“Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in | he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur”<|quote|>until I made the piano dance ... | is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but ... | gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is dise... | womanhood first.” “Then I expect I had better hide my attractions under a bushel during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?” “Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—” I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture ... | 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 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... | vanity. “Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the c... | My Brilliant Career |
“Weber’s Last” | No speaker | played that saddest of waltzes,<|quote|>“Weber’s Last”</|quote|>. I became aware of | annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes,<|quote|>“Weber’s Last”</|quote|>. I became aware of a presence in the room, | him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes,<|quote|>“Weber’s Last”</|quot... | retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-roo... | show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawd... | Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—” I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hith... | 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... | child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—” I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither, si... | My Brilliant Career |
. I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. | No speaker | saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last”<|quote|>. I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey.</|quote|>“How long have you been | and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last”<|quote|>. I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey.</|quote|>“How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since | Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last”<|quote|>. I became aware... | returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I pl... | with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It wa... | nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—” I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and... | 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; there are very ... | not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!”... | My Brilliant Career |
“How long have you been here?” | Sybylla Melvyn | facing about, confronted Everard Grey.<|quote|>“How long have you been here?”</|quote|>I demanded sharply. “Since you | presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey.<|quote|>“How long have you been here?”</|quote|>I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on | into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey.<|quote|>“How long have you been ... | believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gait... | obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege t... | which it is so easy to steal—” I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither, sipping from hundreds of trees, white or pink with bloom—their beauty was lost u... | 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; there are very few who succeed on the stage. I would not use my influence, as it is a life of w... | through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither, sipping from hundreds of trees, white or pink with bloom—their beauty was lost upon me. I stood ankle-deep in violets, where they had run wild under a gnarled old apple-tree, and gave way t... | My Brilliant Career |
I demanded sharply. | No speaker | long have you been here?”<|quote|>I demanded sharply.</|quote|>“Since you began to play. | about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?”<|quote|>I demanded sharply.</|quote|>“Since you began to play. Where on earth did you | “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?”<|quote|>I demanded sharply.</|quote|>“S... | a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the pia... | wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distaste... | steal—” I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither, sipping from hundreds of trees, white or pink with bloom—their beauty was lost upon me. I stood ankle-d... | 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; 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 Sybyl... | in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind... | My Brilliant Career |
“Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” | Everard Grey | been here?” I demanded sharply.<|quote|>“Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.”</|quote|>“Excuse me; I haven’t time | Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply.<|quote|>“Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.”</|quote|>“Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not | until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply.<|quote|>“Since you began to play. Wh... | he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and trem... | alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her.... | to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither, sipping from hundreds of trees, white or pink with bloom—their beauty was lost upon me. I stood ankle-deep in violets, w... | 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; 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_ succe... | the worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?” “She is not the girl for... | My Brilliant Career |
“Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” | Sybylla Melvyn | Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.”<|quote|>“Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,”</|quote|>I said brusquely, and made | play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.”<|quote|>“Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,”</|quote|>I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants | waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.”<|quote|>“Excuse me; I haven’t t... | with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I becam... | addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, lea... | were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither, sipping from hundreds of trees, white or pink with bloom—their beauty was lost upon me. I stood ankle-deep in violets, where they had run wild under a gnarled old apple-tree, and gave way to my wounded vanity. “Little country maiden, indee... | 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... | “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord... | My Brilliant Career |
I said brusquely, and made my exit. | No speaker | competent to sing to you,”<|quote|>I said brusquely, and made my exit.</|quote|>“Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” | now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,”<|quote|>I said brusquely, and made my exit.</|quote|>“Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what | about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,”<|quote|>I said brusquely, and made ... | the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How ... | stood before me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurni... | white or pink with bloom—their beauty was lost upon me. I stood ankle-deep in violets, where they had run wild under a gnarled old apple-tree, and gave way to my wounded vanity. “Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he coul... | 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 her out without ruining her rep... | fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” | Aunt Helen | brusquely, and made my exit.<|quote|>“Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,”</|quote|>called aunt Helen. “See what | sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit.<|quote|>“Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,”</|quote|>called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him | you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit.<|quote|>“Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,”</|quot... | from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Sin... | of that,” I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he... | lost upon me. I stood ankle-deep in violets, where they had run wild under a gnarled old apple-tree, and gave way to my wounded vanity. “Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I... | 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 her out without ruining her reputation. There would be no end of ... | I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. “I am well aware of t... | My Brilliant Career |
called aunt Helen. | No speaker | “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,”<|quote|>called aunt Helen.</|quote|>“See what he wants and | brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,”<|quote|>called aunt Helen.</|quote|>“See what he wants and let him get away to | sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,”<|quote|>called aunt Helen.</|quote|>“See ... | Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Whe... | it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; b... | ankle-deep in violets, where they had run wild under a gnarled old apple-tree, and gave way to my wounded vanity. “Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in th... | 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 her out without ruining her reputation. There would be no end of scandal, as the sis... | tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he ... | My Brilliant Career |
“See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” | Aunt Helen | you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen.<|quote|>“See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.”</|quote|>“Miss Sybylla,” he began, when | my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen.<|quote|>“See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.”</|quote|>“Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I | began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen.<|quote|>“See what he wants and let him get... | made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did... | woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank... | where they had run wild under a gnarled old apple-tree, and gave way to my wounded vanity. “Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s n... | 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 her out without ruining her reputation. There would be no end of scandal, as the sister theor... | she is not seventeen yet, and I do not approve of romantic young girls throwing themselves into matrimony. Let them develop their womanhood first.” “Then I expect I had better hide my attractions under a bushel during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?” “Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of th... | My Brilliant Career |
“Miss Sybylla,” | Frank Hawden | loitering about all the morning.”<|quote|>“Miss Sybylla,”</|quote|>he began, when we were | be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.”<|quote|>“Miss Sybylla,”</|quote|>he began, when we were left alone, “I want to | Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.”<|quote|>“Miss Sybylla,”</|quote|>he began, when we were left ... | aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing... | house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on th... | to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fal... | 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!” “I mean marriage,” he replied deliberately. “S... | show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawd... | My Brilliant Career |
he began, when we were left alone, | No speaker | all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,”<|quote|>he began, when we were left alone,</|quote|>“I want to apologize to | to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,”<|quote|>he began, when we were left alone,</|quote|>“I want to apologize to you. I had no right | am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,”<|quote|>he began, when we were left alone,</|quote|>“I ... | a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,”... | him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool a... | his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in lo... | 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,” he replied deliberately. “Surely, b... | do not approve of romantic young girls throwing themselves into matrimony. Let them develop their womanhood first.” “Then I expect I had better hide my attractions under a bushel during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?” “Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attention... | My Brilliant Career |
“I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” | Frank Hawden | when we were left alone,<|quote|>“I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.”</|quote|>“Bore me with no more | morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone,<|quote|>“I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.”</|quote|>“Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning | I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone,<|quote|>“I want to apologize to you. I had no right to... | about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit.... | was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from t... | to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s n... | 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,” he replied deliberately. “Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen... | wounded vanity. “Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Bore me with no more such trash,” | Sybylla Melvyn | least little thing, you know.”<|quote|>“Bore me with no more such trash,”</|quote|>I said, turning away in | fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.”<|quote|>“Bore me with no more such trash,”</|quote|>I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what | see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.”<|quote|>“Bore me with no more such trash,”</|quote|>I said, turning ... | please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he b... | patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” ... | I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realistic... | scandal.” “Everard, what do you mean!” “I mean marriage,” he replied deliberately. “Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen her for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything ra... | them develop their womanhood first.” “Then I expect I had better hide my attractions under a bushel during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?” “Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—” I waited to hear no more, but, brimming o... | My Brilliant Career |
I said, turning away in disgust. | No speaker | with no more such trash,”<|quote|>I said, turning away in disgust.</|quote|>“But, Miss Sybylla, what am | thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,”<|quote|>I said, turning away in disgust.</|quote|>“But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” | “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,”<|quote|>I said, turning away in disgust.</|quote|>“But, Miss Sybylla, what ... | Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to... | had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room... | of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust... | mean marriage,” he replied deliberately. “Surely, boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen her for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and con... | romantic young girls throwing themselves into matrimony. Let them develop their womanhood first.” “Then I expect I had better hide my attractions under a bushel during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?” “Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is... | My Brilliant Career |
“But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” | Frank Hawden | said, turning away in disgust.<|quote|>“But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?”</|quote|>“Do with what?” “My love.” | no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust.<|quote|>“But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?”</|quote|>“Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There | were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust.<|quote|>“But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?”</|quote|>“Do with what... | sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no ri... | plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Eve... | on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before ... | boy, you must be dreaming! You have only seen her for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor littl... | to my wounded vanity. “Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him... | My Brilliant Career |
“Do with what?” | Sybylla Melvyn | I to do with it?”<|quote|>“Do with what?”</|quote|>“My love.” “Love!” I retorted | “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?”<|quote|>“Do with what?”</|quote|>“My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such | had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?”<|quote|>“Do with what?”</|quote|>“My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “Th... | “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I l... | from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Sin... | will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often ... | for an hour or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing ... | him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became awa... | My Brilliant Career |
“My love.” | Frank Hawden | with it?” “Do with what?”<|quote|>“My love.”</|quote|>“Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There | what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?”<|quote|>“My love.”</|quote|>“Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But | to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?”<|quote|>“My love.”</|quote|>“Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no suc... | you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow... | “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to... | love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “Whil... | or two. I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don... | I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are re... | My Brilliant Career |
“Love!” | Sybylla Melvyn | “Do with what?” “My love.”<|quote|>“Love!”</|quote|>I retorted scornfully. “There is | I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.”<|quote|>“Love!”</|quote|>I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But there | you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.”<|quote|>“Love!”</|quote|>I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” ... | called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous a... | Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Whe... | every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl i... | I don’t believe in these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile ... | stay at Caddagat?” “Yes. Be as nice to the child as you like, but mind, none of those little ladies’-man attentions with which it is so easy to steal—” I waited to hear no more, but, brimming over with a mixture of emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured... | My Brilliant Career |
I retorted scornfully. | No speaker | with what?” “My love.” “Love!”<|quote|>I retorted scornfully.</|quote|>“There is no such thing.” | to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!”<|quote|>I retorted scornfully.</|quote|>“There is no such thing.” “But there is, and I | but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!”<|quote|>I retorted scornfully.</|quote|>“There is no such thing.” “But ... | aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the l... | until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on e... | gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is dise... | don’t believe in these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile he... | Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any ma... | My Brilliant Career |
“There is no such thing.” | Sybylla Melvyn | love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully.<|quote|>“There is no such thing.”</|quote|>“But there is, and I | it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully.<|quote|>“There is no such thing.”</|quote|>“But there is, and I have found it.” “Well, you | comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully.<|quote|>“There is no such thing.”</|quote|>“But there is, a... | what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing... | the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did you ... | Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any ma... | these sudden attachments.” Perhaps she here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate youn... | I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the rig... | My Brilliant Career |
“But there is, and I have found it.” | Frank Hawden | “There is no such thing.”<|quote|>“But there is, and I have found it.”</|quote|>“Well, you stick to it—that’s | love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.”<|quote|>“But there is, and I have found it.”</|quote|>“Well, you stick to it—that’s my advice to you. It | love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.”<|quote|>“But there is, and I have found it.”</|quote... | him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me ... | like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your executio... | that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has t... | here thought of one (her own) as sudden, which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine... | emotions, tore through the garden and into the old orchard. Bees were busy, and countless bright-coloured butterflies flitted hither and thither, sipping from hundreds of trees, white or pink with bloom—their beauty was lost upon me. I stood ankle-deep in violets, where they had run wild under a gnarled old apple-tree,... | My Brilliant Career |
“Well, you stick to it—that’s my advice to you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my father he will get it bottled up and put it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.” | Sybylla Melvyn | and I have found it.”<|quote|>“Well, you stick to it—that’s my advice to you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my father he will get it bottled up and put it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.”</|quote|>“Don’t make such a game | such thing.” “But there is, and I have found it.”<|quote|>“Well, you stick to it—that’s my advice to you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my father he will get it bottled up and put it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.”</|quote|>“Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You | least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But there is, and I have found it.”<|quote|>“Well, you stick to it—that’s my advice to you... | grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, ... | I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.”... | you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _dare_ you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if h... | which had not ended happily. “Everard, don’t do anything rashly. You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer—be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don’t wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sor... | run wild under a gnarled old apple-tree, and gave way to my wounded vanity. “Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in hi... | My Brilliant Career |
“Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.” | Frank Hawden | sent several things there already.”<|quote|>“Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.”</|quote|>“Bag it up, then; put | the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.”<|quote|>“Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.”</|quote|>“Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make | thing.” “But there is, and I have found it.” “Well, you stick to it—that’s my advice to you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my father he will get it bottled up and put it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.”<|quote|>“Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You know I can’t do tha... | I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But there is, and I have found it.” “Well, you st... | earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grann... | girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that ... | heart away and then leave her to pine and die.” “I don’t think she is that sort,” he replied laughingly. “No, she would not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, which is the worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. ... | violets, where they had run wild under a gnarled old apple-tree, and gave way to my wounded vanity. “Little country maiden, indeed! There’s no need for him to bag his attractions up. If he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.” | Sybylla Melvyn | know I can’t do that.”<|quote|>“Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.”</|quote|>“You’ll rue this,” he said | of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.”<|quote|>“Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.”</|quote|>“You’ll rue this,” he said savagely. “I may or may | advice to you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my father he will get it bottled up and put it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.” “Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.”<|quote|>“Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the riv... | me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But there is, and I have found it.” “Well, you stick to it—that’s my advice to you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my... | “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, whe... | addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, lea... | that sort,” he replied laughingly. “No, she would not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, which is the worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, suppo... | him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you a... | My Brilliant Career |
“You’ll rue this,” | Frank Hawden | pitch it in the river.”<|quote|>“You’ll rue this,”</|quote|>he said savagely. “I may | to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.”<|quote|>“You’ll rue this,”</|quote|>he said savagely. “I may or may not,” I sang | it bottled up and put it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.” “Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.” “Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.”<|quote|>“You’ll rue this,”</|quote|>he said savagely. “I may or may not,” I sang ... | to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But there is, and I have found it.” “Well, you stick to it—that’s my advice to you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my father he will get it bottled up and put it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several thi... | and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all co... | “I am well aware of that,” I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a ... | which is the worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?” “She is not the... | think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more airs to show off with tonight,” sneered a voice behind me. “No, I’m realisticing; and how _da... | My Brilliant Career |
he said savagely. | No speaker | the river.” “You’ll rue this,”<|quote|>he said savagely.</|quote|>“I may or may not,” | sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,”<|quote|>he said savagely.</|quote|>“I may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder | and put it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.” “Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.” “Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,”<|quote|>he said savagely.</|quote|>“I may or may not,” I sang over my should... | it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But there is, and I have found it.” “Well, you stick to it—that’s my advice to you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my father he will get it bottled up and put it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there a... | exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the w... | aware of that,” I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow... | worst of fates. Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?” “She is not the girl for you... | piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long... | My Brilliant Career |
“I may or may not,” | Sybylla Melvyn | rue this,” he said savagely.<|quote|>“I may or may not,”</|quote|>I sang over my shoulder | it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,” he said savagely.<|quote|>“I may or may not,”</|quote|>I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE | in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.” “Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.” “Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,” he said savagely.<|quote|>“I may or may not,”</|quote|>I sang over my shoulder as I dep... | what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But there is, and I have found it.” “Well, you stick to it—that’s my advice to you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my father he will get it bottled up and put it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.” “Don’... | wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A ... | I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves i... | Let her alone. Flirt as much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?” “She is not the girl for you. You are not th... | galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharpl... | My Brilliant Career |
I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda. | No speaker | “I may or may not,”<|quote|>I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda.</|quote|>“Well, Miss Sybylla,” he began, | rue this,” he said savagely. “I may or may not,”<|quote|>I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda.</|quote|>“Well, Miss Sybylla... | has sent several things there already.” “Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.” “Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,” he said savagely. “I may or may not,”<|quote|>I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand ... | retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But there is, and I have found it.” “Well, you stick to it—that’s my advice to you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my father he will get it bottled up and put it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.” “Don’t make such a game of a poor... | Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least ... | a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Fra... | much as you will with society belles who understand the game, but leave my country maiden alone. I hope to mould her into a splendid character yet.” “But, Helen, supposing I am in earnest at last, you don’t think I’d make her a bad old hubby, do you?” “She is not the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever con... | leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano... | My Brilliant Career |
“Well, Miss Sybylla,” | Everard Grey | be alone on the veranda.<|quote|>“Well, Miss Sybylla,”</|quote|>he began, “when I arrived | departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda.<|quote|>“Well, Miss Sybylla,”</|quote|>he began, “when I arrived I thought you and I | this,” he said savagely. “I may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda.<|quote|>“Well, Miss Sybylla,”</|quote|>h... | up and put it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.” “Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.” “Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,” he said savagely. “I may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder as I depart... | you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no ... | in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coe... | her a bad old hubby, do you?” “She is not the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever control her. What I say may not be complimentary but it is true. Besides, she is not seventeen yet, and I do not approve of romantic young girls throwing themselves into matrimony. Let them develop their womanhood first.” “Th... | Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I... | My Brilliant Career |
he began, | No speaker | the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,”<|quote|>he began,</|quote|>“when I arrived I thought | happened to be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,”<|quote|>he began,</|quote|>“when I arrived I thought you and I would have | savagely. “I may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,”<|quote|>he began,</|quote|>“when ... | it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.” “Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.” “Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,” he said savagely. “I may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHA... | no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.... | love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made... | old hubby, do you?” “She is not the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever control her. What I say may not be complimentary but it is true. Besides, she is not seventeen yet, and I do not approve of romantic young girls throwing themselves into matrimony. Let them develop their womanhood first.” “Then I expec... | you thrust your obnoxious presence before me when I wish to be alone! Haven’t I often shown—” “While a girl is disengaged, any man who is her equal has the right to pay his addresses to her if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied. “But it is a wom... | My Brilliant Career |
“when I arrived I thought you and I would have been great friends; but we have not progressed at all. How do you account for that?” | Everard Grey | “Well, Miss Sybylla,” he began,<|quote|>“when I arrived I thought you and I would have been great friends; but we have not progressed at all. How do you account for that?”</|quote|>As he spoke he laid | be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,” he began,<|quote|>“when I arrived I thought you and I would have been great friends; but we have not progressed at all. How do you account for that?”</|quote|>As he spoke he laid his slender shapely hand kindly | may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,” he began,<|quote|>“when I arrived I thought yo... | the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.” “Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.” “Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,” he said savagely. “I may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER T... | to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But th... | a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the pia... | do you?” “She is not the girl for you. You are not the man who could ever control her. What I say may not be complimentary but it is true. Besides, she is not seventeen yet, and I do not approve of romantic young girls throwing themselves into matrimony. Let them develop their womanhood first.” “Then I expect I had bet... | but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed.... | My Brilliant Career |
As he spoke he laid his slender shapely hand kindly upon my head. He was very handsome and winning, and moved in literary, musical, and artistic society—a man from my world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might have derived from companionship with him! I bit my lip to keep back the tears. Why did not social arrange... | No speaker | do you account for that?”<|quote|>As he spoke he laid his slender shapely hand kindly upon my head. He was very handsome and winning, and moved in literary, musical, and artistic society—a man from my world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might have derived from companionship with him! I bit my lip to keep back the... | not progressed at all. How do you account for that?”<|quote|>As he spoke he laid his slender shapely hand kindly upon my head. He was very handsome and winning, and moved in literary, musical, and artistic society—a man from my world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might have derived from companionship with him! I ... | interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,” he began, “when I arrived I thought you and I would have been great friends; but we have not progressed at all. How do you account for that?”<|quote|>As he spoke he laid his slender shape... | it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,” he said savagely. “I may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure,... | with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But there is, and I have found it.” “Well, you stick to it—that’s my advice to you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my fa... | him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated the drawing-room, so I plumped down on the piano-stool and dashed into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became awa... | but it is true. Besides, she is not seventeen yet, and I do not approve of romantic young girls throwing themselves into matrimony. Let them develop their womanhood first.” “Then I expect I had better hide my attractions under a bushel during the remainder of my stay at Caddagat?” “Yes. Be as nice to the child as you l... | Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him l... | My Brilliant Career |
“I was not aware that you expected us to be such cronies—in fact, I have never given the matter a thought.” | Sybylla Melvyn | with the greatest of indifference:<|quote|>“I was not aware that you expected us to be such cronies—in fact, I have never given the matter a thought.”</|quote|>He turned away in a | the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference:<|quote|>“I was not aware that you expected us to be such cronies—in fact, I have never given the matter a thought.”</|quote|>He turned away in a piqued style. Such a beau | he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefore steered in a bee-line between the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference:<|quote|>“I was not aware that you expected us to be such... | man and a maid to be chums—chums as two men or two maids may be to each other, enjoying each other without thought beyond pure platonic friendship? But no; it could not be. I understood the conceit of men. Should I be very affable, I feared Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, wer... | we happened to be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,” he began, “when I arrived I thought you and I would have been great friends; but we have not progressed at all. How do you account for that?” As he spoke he laid his slender shapely hand kindly upon my head. He was very handsome and winning, and moved in lit... | were left alone, “I want to apologize to you. I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Lo... | he exerted himself to the utmost of his ability, he could not make me love him. I’m not a child. I saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I ... | to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to ... | My Brilliant Career |
He turned away in a piqued style. Such a beau of beaux, no doubt he was annoyed that an insignificant little country bumpkin should not be flattered by his patronage, or probably he thought me rude or ill-humoured. Two mornings later uncle Jay-Jay took him to Gool-Gool _en route_ for Sydney. When departing he bade me ... | No speaker | given the matter a thought.”<|quote|>He turned away in a piqued style. Such a beau of beaux, no doubt he was annoyed that an insignificant little country bumpkin should not be flattered by his patronage, or probably he thought me rude or ill-humoured. Two mornings later uncle Jay-Jay took him to Gool-Gool _en route_ f... | cronies—in fact, I have never given the matter a thought.”<|quote|>He turned away in a piqued style. Such a beau of beaux, no doubt he was annoyed that an insignificant little country bumpkin should not be flattered by his patronage, or probably he thought me rude or ill-humoured. Two mornings later uncle Jay-Jay took... | I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefore steered in a bee-line between the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference: “I was not aware that you expected us to be such cronies—in fact, I have never given the matter a thought.”<|quote|>He turned away in a piqued style. S... | without thought beyond pure platonic friendship? But no; it could not be. I understood the conceit of men. Should I be very affable, I feared Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusqu... | would have been great friends; but we have not progressed at all. How do you account for that?” As he spoke he laid his slender shapely hand kindly upon my head. He was very handsome and winning, and moved in literary, musical, and artistic society—a man from my world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might have deri... | the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But there is, and I have found it.” “Well... | saw through him in the first hour. There’s not enough in him to win my love. I’ll show him I think no more of him than of the caterpillars on the old tree there. I’m not a booby that will fall in love with every gussie I see. Bah, there’s no fear of that! I hate and detest men!” “I suppose you are rehearsing some more ... | said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But there is, and I have found it.” “Well, you stick to it—that’s my advice to you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my father he will get it bottled ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” | Frank Hawden | a mile from the house.<|quote|>“Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,”</|quote|>said Mr Hawden’s voice, as | among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house.<|quote|>“Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,”</|quote|>said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act | of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house.<|quote|>“Well I hope, as that dandified a... | little country bumpkin should not be flattered by his patronage, or probably he thought me rude or ill-humoured. Two mornings later uncle Jay-Jay took him to Gool-Gool _en route_ for Sydney. When departing he bade me a kindly good-bye, made me promise to write to him, and announced his intention of obtaining the opinio... | be very affable, I feared Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefore steered in a bee-line between the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference: “I ... | then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,” he said savagely. “I may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when w... | if he is in earnest,” interrupted Mr Hawden. It was he who stood before me. “I am well aware of that,” I replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing... | time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, ... | My Brilliant Career |
said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. | No speaker | heed to my attentions now,”<|quote|>said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence.</|quote|>“What do you mean by | him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,”<|quote|>said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence.</|quote|>“What do you mean by your attentions?” I demanded. “What | my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,”<|quote|>said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I ... | Jay-Jay took him to Gool-Gool _en route_ for Sydney. When departing he bade me a kindly good-bye, made me promise to write to him, and announced his intention of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence ... | glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefore steered in a bee-line between the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference: “I was not aware that you expected us to be such cronies—in fact, I have never given the matter a thought.” He t... | may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,” he began, “when I arrived I thought you and I ... | replied. “But it is a woman’s privilege to repel those attentions if distasteful to her. You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in ... | I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,” he began, “when I arrived I thought you and I would have been g... | My Brilliant Career |
“What do you mean by your attentions?” | Sybylla Melvyn | of descending from the fence.<|quote|>“What do you mean by your attentions?”</|quote|>I demanded. “What do I | I was in the act of descending from the fence.<|quote|>“What do you mean by your attentions?”</|quote|>I demanded. “What do I mean! That is something like | out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence.<|quote|>“What do you mean by your attentions?”</|quot... | kindly good-bye, made me promise to write to him, and announced his intention of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-tre... | behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefore steered in a bee-line between the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference: “I was not aware that you expected us to be such cronies—in fact, I have never given the matter a thought.” He turned away in a piqued style. Such a beau of beaux, no doubt he was anno... | Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,” he began, “when I arrived I thought you and I would have been great friends; but we have not progressed at all. How do you acco... | You seem disinclined to accord me that privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I ha... | CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,” he began, “when I arrived I thought you and I would have been great friends; but we have not progressed at a... | My Brilliant Career |
I demanded. | No speaker | you mean by your attentions?”<|quote|>I demanded.</|quote|>“What do I mean! That | from the fence. “What do you mean by your attentions?”<|quote|>I demanded.</|quote|>“What do I mean! That is something like coming to | half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. “What do you mean by your attentions?”<|quote|>I demanded.</|quote|>“What do I mean! That is some... | to him, and announced his intention of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well... | steered in a bee-line between the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference: “I was not aware that you expected us to be such cronies—in fact, I have never given the matter a thought.” He turned away in a piqued style. Such a beau of beaux, no doubt he was annoyed that an insignificant little country ... | of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,” he began, “when I arrived I thought you and I would have been great friends; but we have not progressed at all. How do you account for that?” As he spoke he laid his s... | privilege.” Having delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and... | without thought beyond pure platonic friendship? But no; it could not be. I understood the conceit of men. Should I be very affable, I feared Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusqu... | My Brilliant Career |
“What do I mean! That is something like coming to business. I’ll soon explain. You know what my intentions are very well. When I am twenty-four, I will come into my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. Yo... | Frank Hawden | by your attentions?” I demanded.<|quote|>“What do I mean! That is something like coming to business. I’ll soon explain. You know what my intentions are very well. When I am twenty-four, I will come into my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jov... | fence. “What do you mean by your attentions?” I demanded.<|quote|>“What do I mean! That is something like coming to business. I’ll soon explain. You know what my intentions are very well. When I am twenty-four, I will come into my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you ... | mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. “What do you mean by your attentions?” I demanded.<|quote|>“What do I mean! That is something like comin... | and announced his intention of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well I hope,... | a bee-line between the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference: “I was not aware that you expected us to be such cronies—in fact, I have never given the matter a thought.” He turned away in a piqued style. Such a beau of beaux, no doubt he was annoyed that an insignificant little country bumpkin sho... | more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,” he began, “when I arrived I thought you and I would have been great friends; but we have not progressed at all. How do you account for that?” As he spoke he laid his slender ... | delivered this retort, I returned to the house, leaving him standing there looking the fool he was. I do not believe in spurning the love of a blackfellow if he behaves in a manly way; but Frank Hawden was such a drivelling mawkish style of sweetheart that I had no patience with him. Aunt Helen and Everard had vacated ... | the river.” “You’ll rue this,” he said savagely. “I may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Syby... | My Brilliant Career |
“There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” | Sybylla Melvyn | some English girls I know.”<|quote|>“There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,”</|quote|>I thought to myself, and | take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.”<|quote|>“There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,”</|quote|>I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with | very well. When I am twenty-four, I will come into my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.”<|quote|>“There would be more than one person surprised if I married yo... | more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. “What do you mean by your attentions?” I demanded. “What do I mean! That is something like coming to business. I’ll soon explain. You know what my intentions are very well. When I am twenty-four, I will come into ... | or ill-humoured. Two mornings later uncle Jay-Jay took him to Gool-Gool _en route_ for Sydney. When departing he bade me a kindly good-bye, made me promise to write to him, and announced his intention of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my... | winning, and moved in literary, musical, and artistic society—a man from my world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might have derived from companionship with him! I bit my lip to keep back the tears. Why did not social arrangements allow a man and a maid to be chums—chums as two men or two maids may be to each other,... | into Kowalski’s galop, from that into “Gaité de Coeur” until I made the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I... | I would have been great friends; but we have not progressed at all. How do you account for that?” As he spoke he laid his slender shapely hand kindly upon my head. He was very handsome and winning, and moved in literary, musical, and artistic society—a man from my world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might have de... | My Brilliant Career |
I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. | No speaker | surprised if I married you,”<|quote|>I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion.</|quote|>“You infernal little vixen! What | be more than one person surprised if I married you,”<|quote|>I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion.</|quote|>“You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve | in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,”<|quote|>I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the moti... | was in the act of descending from the fence. “What do you mean by your attentions?” I demanded. “What do I mean! That is something like coming to business. I’ll soon explain. You know what my intentions are very well. When I am twenty-four, I will come into my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of ... | route_ for Sydney. When departing he bade me a kindly good-bye, made me promise to write to him, and announced his intention of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the b... | world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might have derived from companionship with him! I bit my lip to keep back the tears. Why did not social arrangements allow a man and a maid to be chums—chums as two men or two maids may be to each other, enjoying each other without thought beyond pure platonic friendship? But no... | the piano dance and tremble like a thing possessed. My annoyance faded, and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did you ... | over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,” he began, “when I arrived I thought you and I would have been great friends;... | My Brilliant Career |
“You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” | Frank Hawden | I ached with the motion.<|quote|>“You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.”</|quote|>“Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” | to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion.<|quote|>“You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.”</|quote|>“Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. | I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion.<|quote|>“You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? Yo... | mean by your attentions?” I demanded. “What do I mean! That is something like coming to business. I’ll soon explain. You know what my intentions are very well. When I am twenty-four, I will come into my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! ... | me promise to write to him, and announced his intention of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile f... | companionship with him! I bit my lip to keep back the tears. Why did not social arrangements allow a man and a maid to be chums—chums as two men or two maids may be to each other, enjoying each other without thought beyond pure platonic friendship? But no; it could not be. I understood the conceit of men. Should I be v... | and I slowly played that saddest of waltzes, “Weber’s Last” . I became aware of a presence in the room, and, facing about, confronted Everard Grey. “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, plea... | a treasure. If you send it to my father he will get it bottled up and put it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.” “Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.” “Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,” he said sa... | My Brilliant Career |
“Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” | Sybylla Melvyn | thing only provokes your mirth.”<|quote|>“Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!”</|quote|>I laughed more and more. | bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.”<|quote|>“Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!”</|quote|>I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?” he demanded | “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.”<|quote|>“Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!”</|quo... | very well. When I am twenty-four, I will come into my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I th... | came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr... | as two men or two maids may be to each other, enjoying each other without thought beyond pure platonic friendship? But no; it could not be. I understood the conceit of men. Should I be very affable, I feared Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same,... | “How long have you been here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,”... | the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefore steered in a bee-line between the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference: “I was not aware that you expected us to be such cronies—in fact, I have never given the ... | My Brilliant Career |
I laughed more and more. | No speaker | “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!”<|quote|>I laughed more and more.</|quote|>“What’s a farce?” he demanded | thing only provokes your mirth.” “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!”<|quote|>I laughed more and more.</|quote|>“What’s a farce?” he demanded fiercely. “The bare idea of | one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!”<|quote|>I laughed more and more.</|quot... | twenty-four, I will come into my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and ... | by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was i... | maids may be to each other, enjoying each other without thought beyond pure platonic friendship? But no; it could not be. I understood the conceit of men. Should I be very affable, I feared Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was tr... | here?” I demanded sharply. “Since you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See... | spoke he laid his slender shapely hand kindly upon my head. He was very handsome and winning, and moved in literary, musical, and artistic society—a man from my world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might have derived from companionship with him! I bit my lip to keep back the tears. Why did not social arrangements a... | My Brilliant Career |
“What’s a farce?” | Frank Hawden | I laughed more and more.<|quote|>“What’s a farce?”</|quote|>he demanded fiercely. “The bare | “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more.<|quote|>“What’s a farce?”</|quote|>he demanded fiercely. “The bare idea of you proposing to | married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more.<|quote|>“What’s a farce?”</|quote|>he de... | my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the ... | on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending fro... | other, enjoying each other without thought beyond pure platonic friendship? But no; it could not be. I understood the conceit of men. Should I be very affable, I feared Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feeli... | you began to play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get awa... | I would have been great friends; but we have not progressed at all. How do you account for that?” As he spoke he laid his slender shapely hand kindly upon my head. He was very handsome and winning, and moved in literary, musical, and artistic society—a man from my world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might have de... | My Brilliant Career |
he demanded fiercely. | No speaker | and more. “What’s a farce?”<|quote|>he demanded fiercely.</|quote|>“The bare idea of you | screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?”<|quote|>he demanded fiercely.</|quote|>“The bare idea of you proposing to me.” “Why? Have | thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?”<|quote|>he demanded fiercely.</|quote|... | England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You in... | fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. “... | other without thought beyond pure platonic friendship? But no; it could not be. I understood the conceit of men. Should I be very affable, I feared Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of ... | play. Where on earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work... | He was very handsome and winning, and moved in literary, musical, and artistic society—a man from my world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might have derived from companionship with him! I bit my lip to keep back the tears. Why did not social arrangements allow a man and a maid to be chums—chums as two men or two ma... | My Brilliant Career |
“The bare idea of you proposing to me.” | Sybylla Melvyn | a farce?” he demanded fiercely.<|quote|>“The bare idea of you proposing to me.”</|quote|>“Why? Have I not as | laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?” he demanded fiercely.<|quote|>“The bare idea of you proposing to me.”</|quote|>“Why? Have I not as much right to propose as | and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?” he demanded fiercely.<|quote|>“The bare idea of you propo... | considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little v... | handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. “What do you mean... | beyond pure platonic friendship? But no; it could not be. I understood the conceit of men. Should I be very affable, I feared Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefor... | earth did you learn to play? Your execution is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grann... | you account for that?” As he spoke he laid his slender shapely hand kindly upon my head. He was very handsome and winning, and moved in literary, musical, and artistic society—a man from my world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might have derived from companionship with him! I bit my lip to keep back the tears. Why... | My Brilliant Career |
“Why? Have I not as much right to propose as any other man?” | Frank Hawden | of you proposing to me.”<|quote|>“Why? Have I not as much right to propose as any other man?”</|quote|>“Man!” I laughed. “That’s where | demanded fiercely. “The bare idea of you proposing to me.”<|quote|>“Why? Have I not as much right to propose as any other man?”</|quote|>“Man!” I laughed. “That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, | “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?” he demanded fiercely. “The bare idea of you proposing to me.”<|quote|>“Why? Have I not as much righ... | I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got... | among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. “What do you mean by your attentions?” I demanded. “What do I mean... | not be. I understood the conceit of men. Should I be very affable, I feared Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefore steered in a bee-line between the two manners, a... | is splendid. Do sing ‘Three Fishers’, please.” “Excuse me; I haven’t time now. Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about ... | indifference: “I was not aware that you expected us to be such cronies—in fact, I have never given the matter a thought.” He turned away in a piqued style. Such a beau of beaux, no doubt he was annoyed that an insignificant little country bumpkin should not be flattered by his patronage, or probably he thought me rude ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Man!” | Sybylla Melvyn | propose as any other man?”<|quote|>“Man!”</|quote|>I laughed. “That’s where the | not as much right to propose as any other man?”<|quote|>“Man!”</|quote|>I laughed. “That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, if | sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?” he demanded fiercely. “The bare idea of you proposing to me.” “Why? Have I not as much right to propose as any other man?”<|quote|>“Man!”</|quote|>I laughed. “That’s where ... | just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only pr... | as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. “What do you mean by your attentions?” I demanded. “What do I mean! That is something like coming to business. I’ll soon explain. You know ... | I feared Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefore steered in a bee-line between the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference: “I was not aware tha... | Besides I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to... | a thought.” He turned away in a piqued style. Such a beau of beaux, no doubt he was annoyed that an insignificant little country bumpkin should not be flattered by his patronage, or probably he thought me rude or ill-humoured. Two mornings later uncle Jay-Jay took him to Gool-Gool _en route_ for Sydney. When departing... | My Brilliant Career |
I laughed. | No speaker | as any other man?” “Man!”<|quote|>I laughed.</|quote|>“That’s where the absurdity arises. | as much right to propose as any other man?” “Man!”<|quote|>I laughed.</|quote|>“That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, if you were | than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?” he demanded fiercely. “The bare idea of you proposing to me.” “Why? Have I not as much right to propose as any other man?” “Man!”<|quote|>I laughed.</|quote|>“That’s where the ab... | like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provoke... | that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. “What do you mean by your attentions?” I demanded. “What do I mean! That is something like coming to business. I’ll soon explain. You know wha... | feared Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefore steered in a bee-line between the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference: “I was not aware that ... | I am not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologi... | had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefore steered in a bee-line between the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference: “I was not aware that you expected us to be such cronies—in... | My Brilliant Career |
“That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, if you were a man, certainly you could propose, but do you think I’d look at a boy, a child! If ever I perpetrate matrimony the participant in my degradation will be a fully developed man—not a hobbledehoy who falls in love, as he terms it, on an average about twice a week.... | Sybylla Melvyn | other man?” “Man!” I laughed.<|quote|>“That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, if you were a man, certainly you could propose, but do you think I’d look at a boy, a child! If ever I perpetrate matrimony the participant in my degradation will be a fully developed man—not a hobbledehoy who falls in love, as he terms... | right to propose as any other man?” “Man!” I laughed.<|quote|>“That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, if you were a man, certainly you could propose, but do you think I’d look at a boy, a child! If ever I perpetrate matrimony the participant in my degradation will be a fully developed man—not a hobbledehoy who fa... | bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?” he demanded fiercely. “The bare idea of you proposing to me.” “Why? Have I not as much right to propose as any other man?” “Man!” I laughed.<|quote|>“That’s where the absurdity arises. ... | take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your m... | ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. “What do you mean by your attentions?” I demanded. “What do I mean! That is something like coming to business. I’ll soon explain. You know what my intentions... | Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefore steered in a bee-line between the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference: “I was not aware that you expected us... | not competent to sing to you,” I said brusquely, and made my exit. “Mr Hawden wants you, Sybylla,” called aunt Helen. “See what he wants and let him get away to his work, or your grannie will be vexed to see him loitering about all the morning.” “Miss Sybylla,” he began, when we were left alone, “I want to apologize to... | it sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,” he said savagely. “I may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the ... | My Brilliant Career |
I moved in the direction of the house. He barred my path. | No speaker | twice a week. Love! Ho!”<|quote|>I moved in the direction of the house. He barred my path.</|quote|>“You are not going to | it, on an average about twice a week. Love! Ho!”<|quote|>I moved in the direction of the house. He barred my path.</|quote|>“You are not going to escape me like that, my | certainly you could propose, but do you think I’d look at a boy, a child! If ever I perpetrate matrimony the participant in my degradation will be a fully developed man—not a hobbledehoy who falls in love, as he terms it, on an average about twice a week. Love! Ho!”<|quote|>I moved in the direction of the house. He bar... | a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?” he demanded fiercely. “The bare idea of you proposing to me.” “Why? Have I not as much right to propose as any other man?” “Man!” I laughed. “That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, if you were a man, certainly you could propose, but do you think I’d l... | When I am twenty-four, I will come into my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to my... | be such cronies—in fact, I have never given the matter a thought.” He turned away in a piqued style. Such a beau of beaux, no doubt he was annoyed that an insignificant little country bumpkin should not be flattered by his patronage, or probably he thought me rude or ill-humoured. Two mornings later uncle Jay-Jay took... | I had no right to plague you, but it all comes of the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such ... | no doubt he was annoyed that an insignificant little country bumpkin should not be flattered by his patronage, or probably he thought me rude or ill-humoured. Two mornings later uncle Jay-Jay took him to Gool-Gool _en route_ for Sydney. When departing he bade me a kindly good-bye, made me promise to write to him, and a... | My Brilliant Career |
“You are not going to escape me like that, my fine lady. I will make you listen to me this time or you will hear more about it,” | Frank Hawden | house. He barred my path.<|quote|>“You are not going to escape me like that, my fine lady. I will make you listen to me this time or you will hear more about it,”</|quote|>and he seized me angrily | in the direction of the house. He barred my path.<|quote|>“You are not going to escape me like that, my fine lady. I will make you listen to me this time or you will hear more about it,”</|quote|>and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot | boy, a child! If ever I perpetrate matrimony the participant in my degradation will be a fully developed man—not a hobbledehoy who falls in love, as he terms it, on an average about twice a week. Love! Ho!” I moved in the direction of the house. He barred my path.<|quote|>“You are not going to escape me like that, my f... | demanded fiercely. “The bare idea of you proposing to me.” “Why? Have I not as much right to propose as any other man?” “Man!” I laughed. “That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, if you were a man, certainly you could propose, but do you think I’d look at a boy, a child! If ever I perpetrate matrimony the particip... | It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal li... | He turned away in a piqued style. Such a beau of beaux, no doubt he was annoyed that an insignificant little country bumpkin should not be flattered by his patronage, or probably he thought me rude or ill-humoured. Two mornings later uncle Jay-Jay took him to Gool-Gool _en route_ for Sydney. When departing he bade me ... | the way I love you. A fellow gets jealous at the least little thing, you know.” “Bore me with no more such trash,” I said, turning away in disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But there is, and I have found it.” “Well... | Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefore steered in a bee-line between the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference: “I was not aware that you exp... | My Brilliant Career |
and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, | No speaker | will hear more about it,”<|quote|>and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying,</|quote|>“How dare you lay a | me this time or you will hear more about it,”<|quote|>and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying,</|quote|>“How dare you lay a finger on me! If ... | it, on an average about twice a week. Love! Ho!” I moved in the direction of the house. He barred my path. “You are not going to escape me like that, my fine lady. I will make you listen to me this time or you will hear more about it,”<|quote|>and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—i... | the absurdity arises. My child, if you were a man, certainly you could propose, but do you think I’d look at a boy, a child! If ever I perpetrate matrimony the participant in my degradation will be a fully developed man—not a hobbledehoy who falls in love, as he terms it, on an average about twice a week. Love! Ho!” I ... | home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” “S... | his patronage, or probably he thought me rude or ill-humoured. Two mornings later uncle Jay-Jay took him to Gool-Gool _en route_ for Sydney. When departing he bade me a kindly good-bye, made me promise to write to him, and announced his intention of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and ... | disgust. “But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?” “Do with what?” “My love.” “Love!” I retorted scornfully. “There is no such thing.” “But there is, and I have found it.” “Well, you stick to it—that’s my advice to you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my father he will get it bottled up and put it in the G... | of beaux, no doubt he was annoyed that an insignificant little country bumpkin should not be flattered by his patronage, or probably he thought me rude or ill-humoured. Two mornings later uncle Jay-Jay took him to Gool-Gool _en route_ for Sydney. When departing he bade me a kindly good-bye, made me promise to write to ... | My Brilliant Career |
“How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.” | Sybylla Melvyn | myself free sprang away, saying,<|quote|>“How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.”</|quote|>“You’ll hear more of this! | on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying,<|quote|>“How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.”</|quote|>“You’ll hear more of this! You’ll hear more of this! | this time or you will hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying,<|quote|>“How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt ... | a hobbledehoy who falls in love, as he terms it, on an average about twice a week. Love! Ho!” I moved in the direction of the house. He barred my path. “You are not going to escape me like that, my fine lady. I will make you listen to me this time or you will hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the wrist. ... | You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?” he demanded fiercely. “The bare idea of you proposing to me.” “Why? Have I not as much right to propose as any other man?” “Man!” I laughed. “That’s wher... | intention of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified... | you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my father he will get it bottled up and put it in the Goulburn museum. He has sent several things there already.” “Don’t make such a game of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.” “Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue t... | platonic friendship? But no; it could not be. I understood the conceit of men. Should I be very affable, I feared Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefore steered in... | My Brilliant Career |
“You’ll hear more of this! You’ll hear more of this! You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,” | Frank Hawden | next time, I promise you.”<|quote|>“You’ll hear more of this! You’ll hear more of this! You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,”</|quote|>he roared. “Yes; my motto | more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.”<|quote|>“You’ll hear more of this! You’ll hear more of this! You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,”</|quote|>he roared. “Yes; my motto with men is touch-me-not, and | vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.”<|quote|>“You’ll hear more of this! You’ll hear more of th... | like that, my fine lady. I will make you listen to me this time or you will hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “Ho... | proposing to me.” “Why? Have I not as much right to propose as any other man?” “Man!” I laughed. “That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, if you were a man, certainly you could propose, but do you think I’d look at a boy, a child! If ever I perpetrate matrimony the participant in my degradation will be a fully dev... | out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. “What do you mean by your attentions?” I demanded. “W... | of a poor devil. You know I can’t do that.” “Bag it up, then; put a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,” he said savagely. “I may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with ... | I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got... | My Brilliant Career |
he roared. | No speaker | You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,”<|quote|>he roared.</|quote|>“Yes; my motto with men | You’ll hear more of this! You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,”<|quote|>he roared.</|quote|>“Yes; my motto with men is touch-me-not, and it is | lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.” “You’ll hear more of this! You’ll hear more of this! You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,”<|quote|>he roared.</|quote|>“Yes; my motto with men i... | you will hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’... | man?” “Man!” I laughed. “That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, if you were a man, certainly you could propose, but do you think I’d look at a boy, a child! If ever I perpetrate matrimony the participant in my degradation will be a fully developed man—not a hobbledehoy who falls in love, as he terms it, on an ave... | hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. “What do you mean by your attentions?” I demanded. “What do I mean! That is something like coming to business. I’ll soon explain. You... | a big stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,” he said savagely. “I may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened... | half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. “What do you mean by your attentions?” I demanded. “What do I mean! That is something like coming... | My Brilliant Career |
“Yes; my motto with men is touch-me-not, and it is your own fault if I’m fierce. If children attempt to act the role of a man with adult tools, they are sure to cut themselves. Hold hard a bit, honey, till your whiskers grow,” | Sybylla Melvyn | wild, touch-me-not thing,” he roared.<|quote|>“Yes; my motto with men is touch-me-not, and it is your own fault if I’m fierce. If children attempt to act the role of a man with adult tools, they are sure to cut themselves. Hold hard a bit, honey, till your whiskers grow,”</|quote|>I retorted as I departed, | more of this! You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,” he roared.<|quote|>“Yes; my motto with men is touch-me-not, and it is your own fault if I’m fierce. If children attempt to act the role of a man with adult tools, they are sure to cut themselves. Hold hard a bit, honey, till your whiskers grow,”</|quote|>I retorted a... | finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.” “You’ll hear more of this! You’ll hear more of this! You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,” he roared.<|quote|>“Yes; my motto with men is touch-me-not,... | hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make s... | I laughed. “That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, if you were a man, certainly you could propose, but do you think I’d look at a boy, a child! If ever I perpetrate matrimony the participant in my degradation will be a fully developed man—not a hobbledehoy who falls in love, as he terms it, on an average about tw... | that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you will pay more heed to my attentions now,” said Mr Hawden’s voice, as I was in the act of descending from the fence. “What do you mean by your attentions?” I demanded. “What do I mean! That is something like coming to business. I’ll soon explain. You know wha... | stone to make it sink, and pitch it in the river.” “You’ll rue this,” he said savagely. “I may or may not,” I sang over my shoulder as I departed. CHAPTER TWELVE One Grand Passion I had not the opportunity of any more private interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be... | are very well. When I am twenty-four, I will come into my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” ... | My Brilliant Career |
I retorted as I departed, taking flying leaps over the blossom-burdened flower-beds. At tea that night, after gazing interestedly at Mr Hawden’s nose for some time, uncle Julius inquired, | No speaker | honey, till your whiskers grow,”<|quote|>I retorted as I departed, taking flying leaps over the blossom-burdened flower-beds. At tea that night, after gazing interestedly at Mr Hawden’s nose for some time, uncle Julius inquired,</|quote|>“in the name of all | themselves. Hold hard a bit, honey, till your whiskers grow,”<|quote|>I retorted as I departed, taking flying leaps over the blossom-burdened flower-beds. At tea that night, after gazing interestedly at Mr Hawden’s nose for some time, uncle Julius inquired,</|quote|>“in the name of all that’s mysterious, what the devi... | fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,” he roared. “Yes; my motto with men is touch-me-not, and it is your own fault if I’m fierce. If children attempt to act the role of a man with adult tools, they are sure to cut themselves. Hold hard a bit, honey, till your whiskers grow,”<|quote|>I retorted as I departed, taking flying... | saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.” “You’ll hear more of this! You’ll hear more of this! You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,” he roared. “Yes; my motto with ... | man—not a hobbledehoy who falls in love, as he terms it, on an average about twice a week. Love! Ho!” I moved in the direction of the house. He barred my path. “You are not going to escape me like that, my fine lady. I will make you listen to me this time or you will hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the... | I mean! That is something like coming to business. I’ll soon explain. You know what my intentions are very well. When I am twenty-four, I will come into my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surpr... | interviews with Everard Grey till one morning near his departure, when we happened to be alone on the veranda. “Well, Miss Sybylla,” he began, “when I arrived I thought you and I would have been great friends; but we have not progressed at all. How do you account for that?” As he spoke he laid his slender shapely hand ... | you proposing to me.” “Why? Have I not as much right to propose as any other man?” “Man!” I laughed. “That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, if you were a man, certainly you could propose, but do you think I’d look at a boy, a child! If ever I perpetrate matrimony the participant in my degradation will be a fully... | My Brilliant Career |
“in the name of all that’s mysterious, what the devil have you been doing to your nose? You look as though you had been on the spree.” | Uncle Julius | some time, uncle Julius inquired,<|quote|>“in the name of all that’s mysterious, what the devil have you been doing to your nose? You look as though you had been on the spree.”</|quote|>I was quaking lest he | at Mr Hawden’s nose for some time, uncle Julius inquired,<|quote|>“in the name of all that’s mysterious, what the devil have you been doing to your nose? You look as though you had been on the spree.”</|quote|>I was quaking lest he would get me into a | of a man with adult tools, they are sure to cut themselves. Hold hard a bit, honey, till your whiskers grow,” I retorted as I departed, taking flying leaps over the blossom-burdened flower-beds. At tea that night, after gazing interestedly at Mr Hawden’s nose for some time, uncle Julius inquired,<|quote|>“in the name ... | more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.” “You’ll hear more of this! You’ll hear more of this! You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,” he roared. “Yes; my motto with men is touch-me-not, and it is your own fault if I’m fierce. If children attempt to act the role of a man with adult tools, they are sure to cut... | barred my path. “You are not going to escape me like that, my fine lady. I will make you listen to me this time or you will hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, an... | property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the mot... | you and I would have been great friends; but we have not progressed at all. How do you account for that?” As he spoke he laid his slender shapely hand kindly upon my head. He was very handsome and winning, and moved in literary, musical, and artistic society—a man from my world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might... | it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?” he demanded fiercely. “The bare idea of you proposing to me.” “Why? Have I not as much right to propose as any other man?” “Man!” I laughed. “That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, if you were a man, certainly you could propose, but do you think ... | My Brilliant Career |
I was quaking lest he would get me into a fine scrape, but he only muttered, | No speaker | had been on the spree.”<|quote|>I was quaking lest he would get me into a fine scrape, but he only muttered,</|quote|>“By Jove!” with great energy, | You look as though you had been on the spree.”<|quote|>I was quaking lest he would get me into a fine scrape, but he only muttered,</|quote|>“By Jove!” with great energy, and glowered menacingly across the | flying leaps over the blossom-burdened flower-beds. At tea that night, after gazing interestedly at Mr Hawden’s nose for some time, uncle Julius inquired, “in the name of all that’s mysterious, what the devil have you been doing to your nose? You look as though you had been on the spree.”<|quote|>I was quaking lest he ... | “Yes; my motto with men is touch-me-not, and it is your own fault if I’m fierce. If children attempt to act the role of a man with adult tools, they are sure to cut themselves. Hold hard a bit, honey, till your whiskers grow,” I retorted as I departed, taking flying leaps over the blossom-burdened flower-beds. At tea ... | hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make s... | like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provoke... | slender shapely hand kindly upon my head. He was very handsome and winning, and moved in literary, musical, and artistic society—a man from my world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might have derived from companionship with him! I bit my lip to keep back the tears. Why did not social arrangements allow a man and a m... | person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?” ... | My Brilliant Career |
“By Jove!” | Frank Hawden | scrape, but he only muttered,<|quote|>“By Jove!”</|quote|>with great energy, and glowered | get me into a fine scrape, but he only muttered,<|quote|>“By Jove!”</|quote|>with great energy, and glowered menacingly across the table at | nose for some time, uncle Julius inquired, “in the name of all that’s mysterious, what the devil have you been doing to your nose? You look as though you had been on the spree.” I was quaking lest he would get me into a fine scrape, but he only muttered,<|quote|>“By Jove!”</|quote|>with great energy, and glowered menac... | If children attempt to act the role of a man with adult tools, they are sure to cut themselves. Hold hard a bit, honey, till your whiskers grow,” I retorted as I departed, taking flying leaps over the blossom-burdened flower-beds. At tea that night, after gazing interestedly at Mr Hawden’s nose for some time, uncle Ju... | touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding n... | than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. “What’s a... | literary, musical, and artistic society—a man from my world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might have derived from companionship with him! I bit my lip to keep back the tears. Why did not social arrangements allow a man and a maid to be chums—chums as two men or two maids may be to each other, enjoying each other w... | infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?” he demanded fiercely. “The bare idea of you proposing to me.” “Why? Have I not as much right to propose ... | My Brilliant Career |
with great energy, and glowered menacingly across the table at me. After tea he requested an interview with grannie, which aroused my curiosity greatly. I was destined to hear all about it next morning. When breakfast was over grannie called me into her room and interviewed me about Mr Hawden’s interview. She began wi... | No speaker | he only muttered, “By Jove!”<|quote|>with great energy, and glowered menacingly across the table at me. After tea he requested an interview with grannie, which aroused my curiosity greatly. I was destined to hear all about it next morning. When breakfast was over grannie called me into her room and interviewed me abou... | into a fine scrape, but he only muttered, “By Jove!”<|quote|>with great energy, and glowered menacingly across the table at me. After tea he requested an interview with grannie, which aroused my curiosity greatly. I was destined to hear all about it next morning. When breakfast was over grannie called me into her room... | some time, uncle Julius inquired, “in the name of all that’s mysterious, what the devil have you been doing to your nose? You look as though you had been on the spree.” I was quaking lest he would get me into a fine scrape, but he only muttered, “By Jove!”<|quote|>with great energy, and glowered menacingly across the t... | attempt to act the role of a man with adult tools, they are sure to cut themselves. Hold hard a bit, honey, till your whiskers grow,” I retorted as I departed, taking flying leaps over the blossom-burdened flower-beds. At tea that night, after gazing interestedly at Mr Hawden’s nose for some time, uncle Julius inquire... | any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next ... | person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more sense than a bat if such a solemn thing only provokes your mirth.” “Solemn—why, it’s a screaming farce!” I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?” ... | and artistic society—a man from my world, a world away. Oh, what pleasure I might have derived from companionship with him! I bit my lip to keep back the tears. Why did not social arrangements allow a man and a maid to be chums—chums as two men or two maids may be to each other, enjoying each other without thought beyo... | I mean! That is something like coming to business. I’ll soon explain. You know what my intentions are very well. When I am twenty-four, I will come into my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surpr... | My Brilliant Career |
“Mr Hawden has complained of your conduct. It grieves me that any young man should have to speak to me of the behaviour of my own grand-daughter. He says you have been flirting with him. Sybylla, I scarcely thought you would be so immodest and unwomanly.” | Mrs. Bossier | She began without any preliminaries:<|quote|>“Mr Hawden has complained of your conduct. It grieves me that any young man should have to speak to me of the behaviour of my own grand-daughter. He says you have been flirting with him. Sybylla, I scarcely thought you would be so immodest and unwomanly.”</|quote|>On hearing... | me about Mr Hawden’s interview. She began without any preliminaries:<|quote|>“Mr Hawden has complained of your conduct. It grieves me that any young man should have to speak to me of the behaviour of my own grand-daughter. He says you have been flirting with him. Sybylla, I scarcely thought you would be so immodest and... | across the table at me. After tea he requested an interview with grannie, which aroused my curiosity greatly. I was destined to hear all about it next morning. When breakfast was over grannie called me into her room and interviewed me about Mr Hawden’s interview. She began without any preliminaries:<|quote|>“Mr Hawden ... | the name of all that’s mysterious, what the devil have you been doing to your nose? You look as though you had been on the spree.” I was quaking lest he would get me into a fine scrape, but he only muttered, “By Jove!” with great energy, and glowered menacingly across the table at me. After tea he requested an intervi... | than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.” “You’ll hear more of this! You’ll hear more of this! You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,” he roared. “Yes; my motto with men is touch-me-not, and it is your own fault if I’m fierce. If children attempt to act the role of a man with adult tools, they are sure to cut them... | farce?” he demanded fiercely. “The bare idea of you proposing to me.” “Why? Have I not as much right to propose as any other man?” “Man!” I laughed. “That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, if you were a man, certainly you could propose, but do you think I’d look at a boy, a child! If ever I perpetrate matrimony t... | each other without thought beyond pure platonic friendship? But no; it could not be. I understood the conceit of men. Should I be very affable, I feared Everard Grey would imagine he had made a conquest of me. On the other hand, were I glum he would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mas... | path. “You are not going to escape me like that, my fine lady. I will make you listen to me this time or you will hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenchin... | My Brilliant Career |
On hearing this my thoughts of Frank Hawden were the reverse of flattering. He had persecuted me beyond measure, yet I had not deigned to complain of him to either uncle, grannie, or auntie, as I might reasonably have done, and have obtained immediate redress. He had been the one to blame in the case, yet for the rebuf... | No speaker | be so immodest and unwomanly.”<|quote|>On hearing this my thoughts of Frank Hawden were the reverse of flattering. He had persecuted me beyond measure, yet I had not deigned to complain of him to either uncle, grannie, or auntie, as I might reasonably have done, and have obtained immediate redress. He had been the one ... | I scarcely thought you would be so immodest and unwomanly.”<|quote|>On hearing this my thoughts of Frank Hawden were the reverse of flattering. He had persecuted me beyond measure, yet I had not deigned to complain of him to either uncle, grannie, or auntie, as I might reasonably have done, and have obtained immediate ... | began without any preliminaries: “Mr Hawden has complained of your conduct. It grieves me that any young man should have to speak to me of the behaviour of my own grand-daughter. He says you have been flirting with him. Sybylla, I scarcely thought you would be so immodest and unwomanly.”<|quote|>On hearing this my thou... | energy, and glowered menacingly across the table at me. After tea he requested an interview with grannie, which aroused my curiosity greatly. I was destined to hear all about it next morning. When breakfast was over grannie called me into her room and interviewed me about Mr Hawden’s interview. She began without any pr... | act the role of a man with adult tools, they are sure to cut themselves. Hold hard a bit, honey, till your whiskers grow,” I retorted as I departed, taking flying leaps over the blossom-burdened flower-beds. At tea that night, after gazing interestedly at Mr Hawden’s nose for some time, uncle Julius inquired, “in the ... | you think I’d look at a boy, a child! If ever I perpetrate matrimony the participant in my degradation will be a fully developed man—not a hobbledehoy who falls in love, as he terms it, on an average about twice a week. Love! Ho!” I moved in the direction of the house. He barred my path. “You are not going to escape me... | would think the same, and that I was trying to hide my feelings behind a mask of brusquerie. I therefore steered in a bee-line between the two manners, and remarked with the greatest of indifference: “I was not aware that you expected us to be such cronies—in fact, I have never given the matter a thought.” He turned aw... | When I am twenty-four, I will come into my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to my... | My Brilliant Career |
“Is that all you have to say, grannie?” | Sybylla Melvyn | went tattling to my grandmother.<|quote|>“Is that all you have to say, grannie?”</|quote|>“No. He wants to marry | he had brought upon himself, went tattling to my grandmother.<|quote|>“Is that all you have to say, grannie?”</|quote|>“No. He wants to marry you, and has asked my | yet I had not deigned to complain of him to either uncle, grannie, or auntie, as I might reasonably have done, and have obtained immediate redress. He had been the one to blame in the case, yet for the rebuffs he had brought upon himself, went tattling to my grandmother.<|quote|>“Is that all you have to say, grannie?”<... | have to speak to me of the behaviour of my own grand-daughter. He says you have been flirting with him. Sybylla, I scarcely thought you would be so immodest and unwomanly.” On hearing this my thoughts of Frank Hawden were the reverse of flattering. He had persecuted me beyond measure, yet I had not deigned to complain ... | nose? You look as though you had been on the spree.” I was quaking lest he would get me into a fine scrape, but he only muttered, “By Jove!” with great energy, and glowered menacingly across the table at me. After tea he requested an interview with grannie, which aroused my curiosity greatly. I was destined to hear al... | will make you listen to me this time or you will hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay a finger on ... | doubt he was annoyed that an insignificant little country bumpkin should not be flattered by his patronage, or probably he thought me rude or ill-humoured. Two mornings later uncle Jay-Jay took him to Gool-Gool _en route_ for Sydney. When departing he bade me a kindly good-bye, made me promise to write to him, and anno... | marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, and laughed till I ached with the motion. “You infernal little vixen! What are you laughing at? You’ve got no more s... | My Brilliant Career |
“No. He wants to marry you, and has asked my consent. I told him it all rested with yourself and parents. What do you say?” | Mrs. Bossier | you have to say, grannie?”<|quote|>“No. He wants to marry you, and has asked my consent. I told him it all rested with yourself and parents. What do you say?”</|quote|>“Say,” I exclaimed, “grannie, you | my grandmother. “Is that all you have to say, grannie?”<|quote|>“No. He wants to marry you, and has asked my consent. I told him it all rested with yourself and parents. What do you say?”</|quote|>“Say,” I exclaimed, “grannie, you are only joking, are you | him to either uncle, grannie, or auntie, as I might reasonably have done, and have obtained immediate redress. He had been the one to blame in the case, yet for the rebuffs he had brought upon himself, went tattling to my grandmother. “Is that all you have to say, grannie?”<|quote|>“No. He wants to marry you, and has a... | of my own grand-daughter. He says you have been flirting with him. Sybylla, I scarcely thought you would be so immodest and unwomanly.” On hearing this my thoughts of Frank Hawden were the reverse of flattering. He had persecuted me beyond measure, yet I had not deigned to complain of him to either uncle, grannie, or a... | on the spree.” I was quaking lest he would get me into a fine scrape, but he only muttered, “By Jove!” with great energy, and glowered menacingly across the table at me. After tea he requested an interview with grannie, which aroused my curiosity greatly. I was destined to hear all about it next morning. When breakfas... | or you will hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again... | country bumpkin should not be flattered by his patronage, or probably he thought me rude or ill-humoured. Two mornings later uncle Jay-Jay took him to Gool-Gool _en route_ for Sydney. When departing he bade me a kindly good-bye, made me promise to write to him, and announced his intention of obtaining the opinion of so... | like that, my fine lady. I will make you listen to me this time or you will hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “Ho... | My Brilliant Career |
“Say,” | Sybylla Melvyn | parents. What do you say?”<|quote|>“Say,”</|quote|>I exclaimed, “grannie, you are | all rested with yourself and parents. What do you say?”<|quote|>“Say,”</|quote|>I exclaimed, “grannie, you are only joking, are you not?” | in the case, yet for the rebuffs he had brought upon himself, went tattling to my grandmother. “Is that all you have to say, grannie?” “No. He wants to marry you, and has asked my consent. I told him it all rested with yourself and parents. What do you say?”<|quote|>“Say,”</|quote|>I exclaimed, “grannie, you are only j... | this my thoughts of Frank Hawden were the reverse of flattering. He had persecuted me beyond measure, yet I had not deigned to complain of him to either uncle, grannie, or auntie, as I might reasonably have done, and have obtained immediate redress. He had been the one to blame in the case, yet for the rebuffs he had b... | glowered menacingly across the table at me. After tea he requested an interview with grannie, which aroused my curiosity greatly. I was destined to hear all about it next morning. When breakfast was over grannie called me into her room and interviewed me about Mr Hawden’s interview. She began without any preliminaries:... | of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise yo... | Gool-Gool _en route_ for Sydney. When departing he bade me a kindly good-bye, made me promise to write to him, and announced his intention of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchi... | barred my path. “You are not going to escape me like that, my fine lady. I will make you listen to me this time or you will hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, an... | My Brilliant Career |
I exclaimed, | No speaker | What do you say?” “Say,”<|quote|>I exclaimed,</|quote|>“grannie, you are only joking, | rested with yourself and parents. What do you say?” “Say,”<|quote|>I exclaimed,</|quote|>“grannie, you are only joking, are you not?” “No, my | the case, yet for the rebuffs he had brought upon himself, went tattling to my grandmother. “Is that all you have to say, grannie?” “No. He wants to marry you, and has asked my consent. I told him it all rested with yourself and parents. What do you say?” “Say,”<|quote|>I exclaimed,</|quote|>“grannie, you are only joki... | my thoughts of Frank Hawden were the reverse of flattering. He had persecuted me beyond measure, yet I had not deigned to complain of him to either uncle, grannie, or auntie, as I might reasonably have done, and have obtained immediate redress. He had been the one to blame in the case, yet for the rebuffs he had brough... | menacingly across the table at me. After tea he requested an interview with grannie, which aroused my curiosity greatly. I was destined to hear all about it next morning. When breakfast was over grannie called me into her room and interviewed me about Mr Hawden’s interview. She began without any preliminaries: “Mr Hawd... | my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.”... | _en route_ for Sydney. When departing he bade me a kindly good-bye, made me promise to write to him, and announced his intention of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until t... | in the direction of the house. He barred my path. “You are not going to escape me like that, my fine lady. I will make you listen to me this time or you will hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck h... | My Brilliant Career |
“grannie, you are only joking, are you not?” | Sybylla Melvyn | you say?” “Say,” I exclaimed,<|quote|>“grannie, you are only joking, are you not?”</|quote|>“No, my child, this is | yourself and parents. What do you say?” “Say,” I exclaimed,<|quote|>“grannie, you are only joking, are you not?”</|quote|>“No, my child, this is not a matter to joke | yet for the rebuffs he had brought upon himself, went tattling to my grandmother. “Is that all you have to say, grannie?” “No. He wants to marry you, and has asked my consent. I told him it all rested with yourself and parents. What do you say?” “Say,” I exclaimed,<|quote|>“grannie, you are only joking, are you not?”</... | of Frank Hawden were the reverse of flattering. He had persecuted me beyond measure, yet I had not deigned to complain of him to either uncle, grannie, or auntie, as I might reasonably have done, and have obtained immediate redress. He had been the one to blame in the case, yet for the rebuffs he had brought upon himse... | the table at me. After tea he requested an interview with grannie, which aroused my curiosity greatly. I was destined to hear all about it next morning. When breakfast was over grannie called me into her room and interviewed me about Mr Hawden’s interview. She began without any preliminaries: “Mr Hawden has complained ... | With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.” “You’ll hear more ... | for Sydney. When departing he bade me a kindly good-bye, made me promise to write to him, and announced his intention of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy pa... | cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more t... | My Brilliant Career |
“No, my child, this is not a matter to joke about.” | Mrs. Bossier | only joking, are you not?”<|quote|>“No, my child, this is not a matter to joke about.”</|quote|>“Marry that creature! A boy!” | I exclaimed, “grannie, you are only joking, are you not?”<|quote|>“No, my child, this is not a matter to joke about.”</|quote|>“Marry that creature! A boy!” I uttered in consternation. “He | himself, went tattling to my grandmother. “Is that all you have to say, grannie?” “No. He wants to marry you, and has asked my consent. I told him it all rested with yourself and parents. What do you say?” “Say,” I exclaimed, “grannie, you are only joking, are you not?”<|quote|>“No, my child, this is not a matter to jo... | He had persecuted me beyond measure, yet I had not deigned to complain of him to either uncle, grannie, or auntie, as I might reasonably have done, and have obtained immediate redress. He had been the one to blame in the case, yet for the rebuffs he had brought upon himself, went tattling to my grandmother. “Is that al... | an interview with grannie, which aroused my curiosity greatly. I was destined to hear all about it next morning. When breakfast was over grannie called me into her room and interviewed me about Mr Hawden’s interview. She began without any preliminaries: “Mr Hawden has complained of your conduct. It grieves me that any ... | vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.” “You’ll hear more of this! You’ll hear more of this! You ... | kindly good-bye, made me promise to write to him, and announced his intention of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-tre... | fine lady. I will make you listen to me this time or you will hear more about it,” and he seized me angrily by the wrist. I cannot bear the touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay... | My Brilliant Career |
“Marry that creature! A boy!” | Sybylla Melvyn | a matter to joke about.”<|quote|>“Marry that creature! A boy!”</|quote|>I uttered in consternation. “He | my child, this is not a matter to joke about.”<|quote|>“Marry that creature! A boy!”</|quote|>I uttered in consternation. “He is no boy. He has | to say, grannie?” “No. He wants to marry you, and has asked my consent. I told him it all rested with yourself and parents. What do you say?” “Say,” I exclaimed, “grannie, you are only joking, are you not?” “No, my child, this is not a matter to joke about.”<|quote|>“Marry that creature! A boy!”</|quote|>I uttered in c... | to complain of him to either uncle, grannie, or auntie, as I might reasonably have done, and have obtained immediate redress. He had been the one to blame in the case, yet for the rebuffs he had brought upon himself, went tattling to my grandmother. “Is that all you have to say, grannie?” “No. He wants to marry you, an... | destined to hear all about it next morning. When breakfast was over grannie called me into her room and interviewed me about Mr Hawden’s interview. She began without any preliminaries: “Mr Hawden has complained of your conduct. It grieves me that any young man should have to speak to me of the behaviour of my own grand... | saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.” “You’ll hear more of this! You’ll hear more of this! You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,” he roared. “Yes; my motto with ... | his intention of obtaining the opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandi... | he roared. “Yes; my motto with men is touch-me-not, and it is your own fault if I’m fierce. If children attempt to act the role of a man with adult tools, they are sure to cut themselves. Hold hard a bit, honey, till your whiskers grow,” I retorted as I departed, taking flying leaps over the blossom-burdened flower-bed... | My Brilliant Career |
I uttered in consternation. | No speaker | “Marry that creature! A boy!”<|quote|>I uttered in consternation.</|quote|>“He is no boy. He | a matter to joke about.” “Marry that creature! A boy!”<|quote|>I uttered in consternation.</|quote|>“He is no boy. He has attained his majority some | wants to marry you, and has asked my consent. I told him it all rested with yourself and parents. What do you say?” “Say,” I exclaimed, “grannie, you are only joking, are you not?” “No, my child, this is not a matter to joke about.” “Marry that creature! A boy!”<|quote|>I uttered in consternation.</|quote|>“He is no bo... | either uncle, grannie, or auntie, as I might reasonably have done, and have obtained immediate redress. He had been the one to blame in the case, yet for the rebuffs he had brought upon himself, went tattling to my grandmother. “Is that all you have to say, grannie?” “No. He wants to marry you, and has asked my consent... | it next morning. When breakfast was over grannie called me into her room and interviewed me about Mr Hawden’s interview. She began without any preliminaries: “Mr Hawden has complained of your conduct. It grieves me that any young man should have to speak to me of the behaviour of my own grand-daughter. He says you have... | a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.” “You’ll hear more of this! You’ll hear more of this! You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,” he roared. “Yes; my motto with men is touch-me-not, and i... | opinion of some good masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good ridd... | touch of any one—it is one of my idiosyncrasies. With my disengaged hand I struck him a vigorous blow on the nose, and wrenching myself free sprang away, saying, “How dare you lay a finger on me! If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding n... | My Brilliant Career |
“He is no boy. He has attained his majority some months. He is as old as your grandfather was when we married. In three years you will be almost twenty, and by that time he will be in possession of his property which is very good—in fact, he will be quite rich. If you care for him there is nothing against him as I can ... | Mrs. Bossier | boy!” I uttered in consternation.<|quote|>“He is no boy. He has attained his majority some months. He is as old as your grandfather was when we married. In three years you will be almost twenty, and by that time he will be in possession of his property which is very good—in fact, he will be quite rich. If you care for ... | about.” “Marry that creature! A boy!” I uttered in consternation.<|quote|>“He is no boy. He has attained his majority some months. He is as old as your grandfather was when we married. In three years you will be almost twenty, and by that time he will be in possession of his property which is very good—in fact, he will... | and has asked my consent. I told him it all rested with yourself and parents. What do you say?” “Say,” I exclaimed, “grannie, you are only joking, are you not?” “No, my child, this is not a matter to joke about.” “Marry that creature! A boy!” I uttered in consternation.<|quote|>“He is no boy. He has attained his majori... | auntie, as I might reasonably have done, and have obtained immediate redress. He had been the one to blame in the case, yet for the rebuffs he had brought upon himself, went tattling to my grandmother. “Is that all you have to say, grannie?” “No. He wants to marry you, and has asked my consent. I told him it all rested... | breakfast was over grannie called me into her room and interviewed me about Mr Hawden’s interview. She began without any preliminaries: “Mr Hawden has complained of your conduct. It grieves me that any young man should have to speak to me of the behaviour of my own grand-daughter. He says you have been flirting with hi... | If you attempt such a thing again I’ll make short work of you. Mark my words, or you’ll get something more than a bleeding nose next time, I promise you.” “You’ll hear more of this! You’ll hear more of this! You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,” he roared. “Yes; my motto with men is touch-me-not, and it is your own fa... | masters are my dramatic talent and voice, when I came to Sydney as promised by my grandmother. I stood on the garden fence waving my handkerchief until the buggy passed out of sight among the messmate-trees about half a mile from the house. “Well I hope, as that dandified ape has gone—and good riddance to him—that you ... | of this! You fierce, wild, touch-me-not thing,” he roared. “Yes; my motto with men is touch-me-not, and it is your own fault if I’m fierce. If children attempt to act the role of a man with adult tools, they are sure to cut themselves. Hold hard a bit, honey, till your whiskers grow,” I retorted as I departed, taking f... | My Brilliant Career |
“It is disgusting, and you ought to be downright ashamed of yourself, grannie! A man can live a life of bestiality and then be considered a fit husband for the youngest and purest girl! It is shameful! Frank Hawden is not wild, he hasn’t got enough in him to be so. I hate him. No, he hasn’t enough in him to hate. I loa... | Sybylla Melvyn | turn out very good husbands.”<|quote|>“It is disgusting, and you ought to be downright ashamed of yourself, grannie! A man can live a life of bestiality and then be considered a fit husband for the youngest and purest girl! It is shameful! Frank Hawden is not wild, he hasn’t got enough in him to be so. I hate him. No, ... | a nice young girl and turn out very good husbands.”<|quote|>“It is disgusting, and you ought to be downright ashamed of yourself, grannie! A man can live a life of bestiality and then be considered a fit husband for the youngest and purest girl! It is shameful! Frank Hawden is not wild, he hasn’t got enough in him to b... | I can see. He is healthy, has a good character, and comes of a high family. Being a bit wild won’t matter. Very often, after they sow their wild oats, some of those scampy young fellows settle down and marry a nice young girl and turn out very good husbands.”<|quote|>“It is disgusting, and you ought to be downright ash... | as old as your grandfather was when we married. In three years you will be almost twenty, and by that time he will be in possession of his property which is very good—in fact, he will be quite rich. If you care for him there is nothing against him as I can see. He is healthy, has a good character, and comes of a high f... | had been the one to blame in the case, yet for the rebuffs he had brought upon himself, went tattling to my grandmother. “Is that all you have to say, grannie?” “No. He wants to marry you, and has asked my consent. I told him it all rested with yourself and parents. What do you say?” “Say,” I exclaimed, “grannie, you a... | nose for some time, uncle Julius inquired, “in the name of all that’s mysterious, what the devil have you been doing to your nose? You look as though you had been on the spree.” I was quaking lest he would get me into a fine scrape, but he only muttered, “By Jove!” with great energy, and glowered menacingly across the ... | am twenty-four, I will come into my property in England. It is considerable, and at the end of that time I want to marry you and take you home. By Jove! I would just like to take you home. You’d surprise some English girls I know.” “There would be more than one person surprised if I married you,” I thought to myself, a... | your conduct. It grieves me that any young man should have to speak to me of the behaviour of my own grand-daughter. He says you have been flirting with him. Sybylla, I scarcely thought you would be so immodest and unwomanly.” On hearing this my thoughts of Frank Hawden were the reverse of flattering. He had persecuted... | My Brilliant Career |
I raged; | No speaker | to me a lowering thing,”<|quote|>I raged;</|quote|>“but with him it would | man in the world seems to me a lowering thing,”<|quote|>I raged;</|quote|>“but with him it would be pollution—the lowest degradation that | I hate him. No, he hasn’t enough in him to hate. I loathe and despise him. I would not marry him or any one like him though he were King of England. The idea of marriage even with the best man in the world seems to me a lowering thing,”<|quote|>I raged;</|quote|>“but with him it would be pollution—the lowest degradatio... | is disgusting, and you ought to be downright ashamed of yourself, grannie! A man can live a life of bestiality and then be considered a fit husband for the youngest and purest girl! It is shameful! Frank Hawden is not wild, he hasn’t got enough in him to be so. I hate him. No, he hasn’t enough in him to hate. I loathe ... | old as your grandfather was when we married. In three years you will be almost twenty, and by that time he will be in possession of his property which is very good—in fact, he will be quite rich. If you care for him there is nothing against him as I can see. He is healthy, has a good character, and comes of a high fami... | Hawden’s interview. She began without any preliminaries: “Mr Hawden has complained of your conduct. It grieves me that any young man should have to speak to me of the behaviour of my own grand-daughter. He says you have been flirting with him. Sybylla, I scarcely thought you would be so immodest and unwomanly.” On hear... | I laughed more and more. “What’s a farce?” he demanded fiercely. “The bare idea of you proposing to me.” “Why? Have I not as much right to propose as any other man?” “Man!” I laughed. “That’s where the absurdity arises. My child, if you were a man, certainly you could propose, but do you think I’d look at a boy, a chil... | not a matter to joke about.” “Marry that creature! A boy!” I uttered in consternation. “He is no boy. He has attained his majority some months. He is as old as your grandfather was when we married. In three years you will be almost twenty, and by that time he will be in possession of his property which is very good—in ... | My Brilliant Career |
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