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“What you complain of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.” | Aunt Helen | Helen smiled affectionately at me.<|quote|>“What you complain of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.”</|quote|>“But, auntie, I’m sure he | loving her dearly,” here aunt Helen smiled affectionately at me.<|quote|>“What you complain of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.”</|quote|>“But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any | and that, I think, is the bedrock of all virtues.” “But he is so conceited,” I remarked. “That does not make him any the less lovable. I know another young person very conceited, and it does not prevent me from loving her dearly,” here aunt Helen smiled affectionately at me.<|quote|>“What you complain of in Harold will... | care for him?” “For many, many reasons. He is young, and very kind and gentle. He is one of the biggest and finest-looking men you could find. He is a man whom no one could despise, for he has nothing despicable about him. But, best of all, he is true, and that, I think, is the bedrock of all virtues.” “But he is so co... | of yourself again. Something has put you out. Be sensible for once in a way. What you have said of men’s love may be true in a sense, but it is not always so, and Harry is not that kind of man. I have known him all his life, and understand him, and feel sure he loves you truly. Tell me plainly, do you intend to accept ... | redoubled bitterness. I had no lovable qualities to win for me the love of my fellows, which I so much desired. I returned aunt Helen a gaze as steady as her own, and said bitterly: “Aunt Helen, I can truly say he has never, and will never extend to me more than common politeness. Neither will any other man. Surely you... | Helen. When uncle Jay-Jay heard the whole particulars of the affair, he lay back in his chair and laughed fit to kill himself. “You ought to be ashamed to always encourage her in her tomboyish ways, Julius. It grieves me to see she makes no effort to acquire a ladylike demeanour,” said grannie. Mr Hawden had come off ... | he had spoken the truth. My life had been so pleasant lately that I had overlooked this fact, but now it returned to sting with redoubled bitterness. I had no lovable qualities to win for me the love of my fellows, which I so much desired. I returned aunt Helen a gaze as steady as her own, and said bitterly: “Aunt Hele... | My Brilliant Career |
“But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.” | Sybylla Melvyn | him so far, you see.”<|quote|>“But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.”</|quote|>“Well, he has a great | has been very easy for him so far, you see.”<|quote|>“But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.”</|quote|>“Well, he has a great number to choose from, for | make him any the less lovable. I know another young person very conceited, and it does not prevent me from loving her dearly,” here aunt Helen smiled affectionately at me. “What you complain of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.”<|quote|>“But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks h... | biggest and finest-looking men you could find. He is a man whom no one could despise, for he has nothing despicable about him. But, best of all, he is true, and that, I think, is the bedrock of all virtues.” “But he is so conceited,” I remarked. “That does not make him any the less lovable. I know another young person ... | men’s love may be true in a sense, but it is not always so, and Harry is not that kind of man. I have known him all his life, and understand him, and feel sure he loves you truly. Tell me plainly, do you intend to accept him?” “Intend to accept him!” I echoed. “I haven’t once thought of such a possibility. I never mean... | desired. I returned aunt Helen a gaze as steady as her own, and said bitterly: “Aunt Helen, I can truly say he has never, and will never extend to me more than common politeness. Neither will any other man. Surely you know enough of masculine human nature to see there is no danger of a man losing his heart to a plain w... | to kill himself. “You ought to be ashamed to always encourage her in her tomboyish ways, Julius. It grieves me to see she makes no effort to acquire a ladylike demeanour,” said grannie. Mr Hawden had come off second-best, so he arose from his half-finished meal and stamped out, banging the door after him, and mutterin... | enough of masculine human nature to see there is no danger of a man losing his heart to a plain woman like me. Love in fancy and song is a pretty myth, embracing unity of souls, congeniality of tastes, and such like commodities. In workaday reality it is the lowest of passions, which is set alight by the most artistic ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Well, he has a great number to choose from, for they all like him.” | Aunt Helen | any girl for the asking.”<|quote|>“Well, he has a great number to choose from, for they all like him.”</|quote|>“Yes, just for his money,” | he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.”<|quote|>“Well, he has a great number to choose from, for they all like him.”</|quote|>“Yes, just for his money,” I said scornfully. “But I’ll | it does not prevent me from loving her dearly,” here aunt Helen smiled affectionately at me. “What you complain of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.” “But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.”<|quote|>“Well, he has a great number to choose f... | could despise, for he has nothing despicable about him. But, best of all, he is true, and that, I think, is the bedrock of all virtues.” “But he is so conceited,” I remarked. “That does not make him any the less lovable. I know another young person very conceited, and it does not prevent me from loving her dearly,” her... | and Harry is not that kind of man. I have known him all his life, and understand him, and feel sure he loves you truly. Tell me plainly, do you intend to accept him?” “Intend to accept him!” I echoed. “I haven’t once thought of such a possibility. I never mean to marry anyone.” “Don’t you care for Harold? Just a little... | bitterly: “Aunt Helen, I can truly say he has never, and will never extend to me more than common politeness. Neither will any other man. Surely you know enough of masculine human nature to see there is no danger of a man losing his heart to a plain woman like me. Love in fancy and song is a pretty myth, embracing unit... | tomboyish ways, Julius. It grieves me to see she makes no effort to acquire a ladylike demeanour,” said grannie. Mr Hawden had come off second-best, so he arose from his half-finished meal and stamped out, banging the door after him, and muttering something about “a disgustingly spoilt and petted tomboy” , “a hideous ... | the first flush of girlhood, and so bitter. Why is this?” “Because I have been cursed with the power of seeing, thinking, and, worse than all, feeling, and branded with the stinging affliction of ugliness,” I replied. “Now, Sybylla, you are going to think of yourself again. Something has put you out. Be sensible for on... | My Brilliant Career |
“Yes, just for his money,” | Sybylla Melvyn | for they all like him.”<|quote|>“Yes, just for his money,”</|quote|>I said scornfully. “But I’ll | great number to choose from, for they all like him.”<|quote|>“Yes, just for his money,”</|quote|>I said scornfully. “But I’ll surprise him if he thinks | at me. “What you complain of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.” “But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.” “Well, he has a great number to choose from, for they all like him.”<|quote|>“Yes, just for his money,”</|quote|>I said scornfully. “B... | is true, and that, I think, is the bedrock of all virtues.” “But he is so conceited,” I remarked. “That does not make him any the less lovable. I know another young person very conceited, and it does not prevent me from loving her dearly,” here aunt Helen smiled affectionately at me. “What you complain of in Harold wil... | life, and understand him, and feel sure he loves you truly. Tell me plainly, do you intend to accept him?” “Intend to accept him!” I echoed. “I haven’t once thought of such a possibility. I never mean to marry anyone.” “Don’t you care for Harold? Just a little? Think.” “How could I care for him?” “For many, many reason... | to me more than common politeness. Neither will any other man. Surely you know enough of masculine human nature to see there is no danger of a man losing his heart to a plain woman like me. Love in fancy and song is a pretty myth, embracing unity of souls, congeniality of tastes, and such like commodities. In workaday ... | a ladylike demeanour,” said grannie. Mr Hawden had come off second-best, so he arose from his half-finished meal and stamped out, banging the door after him, and muttering something about “a disgustingly spoilt and petted tomboy” , “a hideous barbarian” , and so forth. Uncle Jay-Jay related that story to everyone, dw... | all his life, and understand him, and feel sure he loves you truly. Tell me plainly, do you intend to accept him?” “Intend to accept him!” I echoed. “I haven’t once thought of such a possibility. I never mean to marry anyone.” “Don’t you care for Harold? Just a little? Think.” “How could I care for him?” “For many, man... | My Brilliant Career |
I said scornfully. | No speaker | “Yes, just for his money,”<|quote|>I said scornfully.</|quote|>“But I’ll surprise him if | for they all like him.” “Yes, just for his money,”<|quote|>I said scornfully.</|quote|>“But I’ll surprise him if he thinks he can get | of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.” “But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.” “Well, he has a great number to choose from, for they all like him.” “Yes, just for his money,”<|quote|>I said scornfully.</|quote|>“But I’ll surprise him if he... | think, is the bedrock of all virtues.” “But he is so conceited,” I remarked. “That does not make him any the less lovable. I know another young person very conceited, and it does not prevent me from loving her dearly,” here aunt Helen smiled affectionately at me. “What you complain of in Harold will wear off presently—... | feel sure he loves you truly. Tell me plainly, do you intend to accept him?” “Intend to accept him!” I echoed. “I haven’t once thought of such a possibility. I never mean to marry anyone.” “Don’t you care for Harold? Just a little? Think.” “How could I care for him?” “For many, many reasons. He is young, and very kind ... | politeness. Neither will any other man. Surely you know enough of masculine human nature to see there is no danger of a man losing his heart to a plain woman like me. Love in fancy and song is a pretty myth, embracing unity of souls, congeniality of tastes, and such like commodities. In workaday reality it is the lowes... | Mr Hawden had come off second-best, so he arose from his half-finished meal and stamped out, banging the door after him, and muttering something about “a disgustingly spoilt and petted tomboy” , “a hideous barbarian” , and so forth. Uncle Jay-Jay related that story to everyone, dwelling with great delight upon the fac... | is the same thing. Can you look at me straight, Sybylla, and say that Harold has not extended you something more than common politeness?” Had aunt Helen put that question to me a day before, I would have blushed and felt guilty. But today not so. The words of the jackeroo the night before had struck home. “A hideous ba... | My Brilliant Career |
“But I’ll surprise him if he thinks he can get me for the asking.” | Sybylla Melvyn | his money,” I said scornfully.<|quote|>“But I’ll surprise him if he thinks he can get me for the asking.”</|quote|>“Sybylla, never flirt. To play | like him.” “Yes, just for his money,” I said scornfully.<|quote|>“But I’ll surprise him if he thinks he can get me for the asking.”</|quote|>“Sybylla, never flirt. To play with a man’s heart, I | will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.” “But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.” “Well, he has a great number to choose from, for they all like him.” “Yes, just for his money,” I said scornfully.<|quote|>“But I’ll surprise him if he thinks he can get me ... | bedrock of all virtues.” “But he is so conceited,” I remarked. “That does not make him any the less lovable. I know another young person very conceited, and it does not prevent me from loving her dearly,” here aunt Helen smiled affectionately at me. “What you complain of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been ... | loves you truly. Tell me plainly, do you intend to accept him?” “Intend to accept him!” I echoed. “I haven’t once thought of such a possibility. I never mean to marry anyone.” “Don’t you care for Harold? Just a little? Think.” “How could I care for him?” “For many, many reasons. He is young, and very kind and gentle. H... | any other man. Surely you know enough of masculine human nature to see there is no danger of a man losing his heart to a plain woman like me. Love in fancy and song is a pretty myth, embracing unity of souls, congeniality of tastes, and such like commodities. In workaday reality it is the lowest of passions, which is s... | come off second-best, so he arose from his half-finished meal and stamped out, banging the door after him, and muttering something about “a disgustingly spoilt and petted tomboy” , “a hideous barbarian” , and so forth. Uncle Jay-Jay related that story to everyone, dwelling with great delight upon the fact that Frank H... | is not that kind of man. I have known him all his life, and understand him, and feel sure he loves you truly. Tell me plainly, do you intend to accept him?” “Intend to accept him!” I echoed. “I haven’t once thought of such a possibility. I never mean to marry anyone.” “Don’t you care for Harold? Just a little? Think.” ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Sybylla, never flirt. To play with a man’s heart, I think, is one of the most horribly unwomanly actions our sex can be guilty of.” | Aunt Helen | get me for the asking.”<|quote|>“Sybylla, never flirt. To play with a man’s heart, I think, is one of the most horribly unwomanly actions our sex can be guilty of.”</|quote|>“I would scorn to flirt | if he thinks he can get me for the asking.”<|quote|>“Sybylla, never flirt. To play with a man’s heart, I think, is one of the most horribly unwomanly actions our sex can be guilty of.”</|quote|>“I would scorn to flirt with any man,” I returned | “But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.” “Well, he has a great number to choose from, for they all like him.” “Yes, just for his money,” I said scornfully. “But I’ll surprise him if he thinks he can get me for the asking.”<|quote|>“Sybylla, never flirt. To play with a man’s heart, I thin... | make him any the less lovable. I know another young person very conceited, and it does not prevent me from loving her dearly,” here aunt Helen smiled affectionately at me. “What you complain of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.” “But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could ... | accept him!” I echoed. “I haven’t once thought of such a possibility. I never mean to marry anyone.” “Don’t you care for Harold? Just a little? Think.” “How could I care for him?” “For many, many reasons. He is young, and very kind and gentle. He is one of the biggest and finest-looking men you could find. He is a man ... | is no danger of a man losing his heart to a plain woman like me. Love in fancy and song is a pretty myth, embracing unity of souls, congeniality of tastes, and such like commodities. In workaday reality it is the lowest of passions, which is set alight by the most artistic nose and mouth, and it matters not if its obje... | the door after him, and muttering something about “a disgustingly spoilt and petted tomboy” , “a hideous barbarian” , and so forth. Uncle Jay-Jay related that story to everyone, dwelling with great delight upon the fact that Frank Hawden was forced to walk four miles in the heat and dust. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN As Short... | congeniality of tastes, and such like commodities. In workaday reality it is the lowest of passions, which is set alight by the most artistic nose and mouth, and it matters not if its object is vile, low, or brainless to idiocy, so long as it has these attributes.” “Sybylla, Sybylla,” said auntie sadly, as if to hersel... | My Brilliant Career |
“I would scorn to flirt with any man,” | Sybylla Melvyn | sex can be guilty of.”<|quote|>“I would scorn to flirt with any man,”</|quote|>I returned with vigour. “Play | most horribly unwomanly actions our sex can be guilty of.”<|quote|>“I would scorn to flirt with any man,”</|quote|>I returned with vigour. “Play with a man’s heart! You’d | all like him.” “Yes, just for his money,” I said scornfully. “But I’ll surprise him if he thinks he can get me for the asking.” “Sybylla, never flirt. To play with a man’s heart, I think, is one of the most horribly unwomanly actions our sex can be guilty of.”<|quote|>“I would scorn to flirt with any man,”</|quote|>I r... | Helen smiled affectionately at me. “What you complain of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.” “But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.” “Well, he has a great number to choose from, for they all like him.” “Yes, just for his money,” I said sco... | little? Think.” “How could I care for him?” “For many, many reasons. He is young, and very kind and gentle. He is one of the biggest and finest-looking men you could find. He is a man whom no one could despise, for he has nothing despicable about him. But, best of all, he is true, and that, I think, is the bedrock of a... | unity of souls, congeniality of tastes, and such like commodities. In workaday reality it is the lowest of passions, which is set alight by the most artistic nose and mouth, and it matters not if its object is vile, low, or brainless to idiocy, so long as it has these attributes.” “Sybylla, Sybylla,” said auntie sadly,... | that story to everyone, dwelling with great delight upon the fact that Frank Hawden was forced to walk four miles in the heat and dust. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN As Short as I Wish had been the Majority of Sermons to which I have been Forced to give Ear When alone I confessed to aunt Helen that Harold had accompanied me to with... | girlhood, and so bitter. Why is this?” “Because I have been cursed with the power of seeing, thinking, and, worse than all, feeling, and branded with the stinging affliction of ugliness,” I replied. “Now, Sybylla, you are going to think of yourself again. Something has put you out. Be sensible for once in a way. What y... | My Brilliant Career |
I returned with vigour. | No speaker | to flirt with any man,”<|quote|>I returned with vigour.</|quote|>“Play with a man’s heart! | guilty of.” “I would scorn to flirt with any man,”<|quote|>I returned with vigour.</|quote|>“Play with a man’s heart! You’d really think they had | I said scornfully. “But I’ll surprise him if he thinks he can get me for the asking.” “Sybylla, never flirt. To play with a man’s heart, I think, is one of the most horribly unwomanly actions our sex can be guilty of.” “I would scorn to flirt with any man,”<|quote|>I returned with vigour.</|quote|>“Play with a man’s he... | of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.” “But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.” “Well, he has a great number to choose from, for they all like him.” “Yes, just for his money,” I said scornfully. “But I’ll surprise him if he thinks he can ge... | “For many, many reasons. He is young, and very kind and gentle. He is one of the biggest and finest-looking men you could find. He is a man whom no one could despise, for he has nothing despicable about him. But, best of all, he is true, and that, I think, is the bedrock of all virtues.” “But he is so conceited,” I rem... | like commodities. In workaday reality it is the lowest of passions, which is set alight by the most artistic nose and mouth, and it matters not if its object is vile, low, or brainless to idiocy, so long as it has these attributes.” “Sybylla, Sybylla,” said auntie sadly, as if to herself. “In the first flush of girlhoo... | upon the fact that Frank Hawden was forced to walk four miles in the heat and dust. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN As Short as I Wish had been the Majority of Sermons to which I have been Forced to give Ear When alone I confessed to aunt Helen that Harold had accompanied me to within a short distance of home. She did not smile as us... | his heart to a plain woman like me. Love in fancy and song is a pretty myth, embracing unity of souls, congeniality of tastes, and such like commodities. In workaday reality it is the lowest of passions, which is set alight by the most artistic nose and mouth, and it matters not if its object is vile, low, or brainless... | My Brilliant Career |
“Play with a man’s heart! You’d really think they had such a thing, aunt Helen, to hear you talk. Hurt their vanity for a few days is the most a woman could do with any of them. I am sick of this preach, preach about playing with men’s hearts. It is an old fable which should have been abolished long ago. It does not ma... | Sybylla Melvyn | man,” I returned with vigour.<|quote|>“Play with a man’s heart! You’d really think they had such a thing, aunt Helen, to hear you talk. Hurt their vanity for a few days is the most a woman could do with any of them. I am sick of this preach, preach about playing with men’s hearts. It is an old fable which should have b... | scorn to flirt with any man,” I returned with vigour.<|quote|>“Play with a man’s heart! You’d really think they had such a thing, aunt Helen, to hear you talk. Hurt their vanity for a few days is the most a woman could do with any of them. I am sick of this preach, preach about playing with men’s hearts. It is an old f... | I’ll surprise him if he thinks he can get me for the asking.” “Sybylla, never flirt. To play with a man’s heart, I think, is one of the most horribly unwomanly actions our sex can be guilty of.” “I would scorn to flirt with any man,” I returned with vigour.<|quote|>“Play with a man’s heart! You’d really think they had ... | wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.” “But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.” “Well, he has a great number to choose from, for they all like him.” “Yes, just for his money,” I said scornfully. “But I’ll surprise him if he thinks he can get me for the askin... | He is young, and very kind and gentle. He is one of the biggest and finest-looking men you could find. He is a man whom no one could despise, for he has nothing despicable about him. But, best of all, he is true, and that, I think, is the bedrock of all virtues.” “But he is so conceited,” I remarked. “That does not mak... | reality it is the lowest of passions, which is set alight by the most artistic nose and mouth, and it matters not if its object is vile, low, or brainless to idiocy, so long as it has these attributes.” “Sybylla, Sybylla,” said auntie sadly, as if to herself. “In the first flush of girlhood, and so bitter. Why is this?... | Frank Hawden was forced to walk four miles in the heat and dust. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN As Short as I Wish had been the Majority of Sermons to which I have been Forced to give Ear When alone I confessed to aunt Helen that Harold had accompanied me to within a short distance of home. She did not smile as usual, but looked ver... | such like commodities. In workaday reality it is the lowest of passions, which is set alight by the most artistic nose and mouth, and it matters not if its object is vile, low, or brainless to idiocy, so long as it has these attributes.” “Sybylla, Sybylla,” said auntie sadly, as if to herself. “In the first flush of gi... | My Brilliant Career |
“Sybylla, you talk at random. The shortcomings of men are no excuse for you to be unwomanly,” | Aunt Helen | a woman is played with.”<|quote|>“Sybylla, you talk at random. The shortcomings of men are no excuse for you to be unwomanly,”</|quote|>said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN | It does not matter how a woman is played with.”<|quote|>“Sybylla, you talk at random. The shortcomings of men are no excuse for you to be unwomanly,”</|quote|>said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN The 9th of November 1896 | vanity for a few days is the most a woman could do with any of them. I am sick of this preach, preach about playing with men’s hearts. It is an old fable which should have been abolished long ago. It does not matter how a woman is played with.”<|quote|>“Sybylla, you talk at random. The shortcomings of men are no excuse... | heart, I think, is one of the most horribly unwomanly actions our sex can be guilty of.” “I would scorn to flirt with any man,” I returned with vigour. “Play with a man’s heart! You’d really think they had such a thing, aunt Helen, to hear you talk. Hurt their vanity for a few days is the most a woman could do with any... | another young person very conceited, and it does not prevent me from loving her dearly,” here aunt Helen smiled affectionately at me. “What you complain of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.” “But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.” “Well, ... | and, worse than all, feeling, and branded with the stinging affliction of ugliness,” I replied. “Now, Sybylla, you are going to think of yourself again. Something has put you out. Be sensible for once in a way. What you have said of men’s love may be true in a sense, but it is not always so, and Harry is not that kind ... | said: “Sybylla, do you know what you are doing? Do you love Harry Beecham? Do you mean to marry him?” “Aunt Helen, what a question to ask! I never dreamt of such a thing. He has never spoken a word of love to me. Marriage! I am sure he does not for an instant think of me in that light. I’m not seventeen.” “Yes, you are... | fellows, which I so much desired. I returned aunt Helen a gaze as steady as her own, and said bitterly: “Aunt Helen, I can truly say he has never, and will never extend to me more than common politeness. Neither will any other man. Surely you know enough of masculine human nature to see there is no danger of a man losi... | My Brilliant Career |
said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN The 9th of November 1896 The Prince of Wales’s birthday up the country was celebrated as usual thereaway by the annual horse-races on the Wyambeet course, about fourteen miles from Caddagat. The holding of these races was an elderly institution, and was followed at night by a se... | No speaker | for you to be unwomanly,”<|quote|>said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN The 9th of November 1896 The Prince of Wales’s birthday up the country was celebrated as usual thereaway by the annual horse-races on the Wyambeet course, about fourteen miles from Caddagat. The holding of these races was an elderly institution,... | of men are no excuse for you to be unwomanly,”<|quote|>said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN The 9th of November 1896 The Prince of Wales’s birthday up the country was celebrated as usual thereaway by the annual horse-races on the Wyambeet course, about fourteen miles from Caddagat. The holding of these races was an... | am sick of this preach, preach about playing with men’s hearts. It is an old fable which should have been abolished long ago. It does not matter how a woman is played with.” “Sybylla, you talk at random. The shortcomings of men are no excuse for you to be unwomanly,”<|quote|>said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN The 9t... | “I would scorn to flirt with any man,” I returned with vigour. “Play with a man’s heart! You’d really think they had such a thing, aunt Helen, to hear you talk. Hurt their vanity for a few days is the most a woman could do with any of them. I am sick of this preach, preach about playing with men’s hearts. It is an old ... | Helen smiled affectionately at me. “What you complain of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.” “But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.” “Well, he has a great number to choose from, for they all like him.” “Yes, just for his money,” I said sco... | you are going to think of yourself again. Something has put you out. Be sensible for once in a way. What you have said of men’s love may be true in a sense, but it is not always so, and Harry is not that kind of man. I have known him all his life, and understand him, and feel sure he loves you truly. Tell me plainly, d... | to marry him?” “Aunt Helen, what a question to ask! I never dreamt of such a thing. He has never spoken a word of love to me. Marriage! I am sure he does not for an instant think of me in that light. I’m not seventeen.” “Yes, you are young, but some people’s age cannot be reckoned by years. I am glad to see you have de... | much desired. I returned aunt Helen a gaze as steady as her own, and said bitterly: “Aunt Helen, I can truly say he has never, and will never extend to me more than common politeness. Neither will any other man. Surely you know enough of masculine human nature to see there is no danger of a man losing his heart to a pl... | My Brilliant Career |
“Go it, Mr Bossier! Well done, uncle Jay-Jay! Hurrah for Clancy!” | Sybylla Melvyn | clapped my hands and exclaimed,<|quote|>“Go it, Mr Bossier! Well done, uncle Jay-Jay! Hurrah for Clancy!”</|quote|>Uncle first said he was | going at that rate. I clapped my hands and exclaimed,<|quote|>“Go it, Mr Bossier! Well done, uncle Jay-Jay! Hurrah for Clancy!”</|quote|>Uncle first said he was glad to see I had | have good horses, not donkeys, and not to spare them, as there were plenty more to be had any day. On this morning he went off at his usual pace. Grannie urged as remonstrance that the dust was fearful when going at that rate. I clapped my hands and exclaimed,<|quote|>“Go it, Mr Bossier! Well done, uncle Jay-Jay! Hurra... | races. We were going, Frank Hawden volunteering to stay and mind the house. We started at nine o’clock. Grannie and uncle Boss sat in the front seat of the buggy, and aunt Helen and I occupied the back. Uncle always drove at a good round gallop. His idea was to have good horses, not donkeys, and not to spare them, as t... | was celebrated as usual thereaway by the annual horse-races on the Wyambeet course, about fourteen miles from Caddagat. The holding of these races was an elderly institution, and was followed at night by a servants’ ball given by one of the squatters. Last year it had been Beecham’s ball, the year before Bossier’s, and... | easy for him so far, you see.” “But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.” “Well, he has a great number to choose from, for they all like him.” “Yes, just for his money,” I said scornfully. “But I’ll surprise him if he thinks he can get me for the asking.” “Sybylla, never flirt. To play wit... | of my fellows, which I so much desired. I returned aunt Helen a gaze as steady as her own, and said bitterly: “Aunt Helen, I can truly say he has never, and will never extend to me more than common politeness. Neither will any other man. Surely you know enough of masculine human nature to see there is no danger of a ma... | abolished long ago. It does not matter how a woman is played with.” “Sybylla, you talk at random. The shortcomings of men are no excuse for you to be unwomanly,” said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN The 9th of November 1896 The Prince of Wales’s birthday up the country was celebrated as usual thereaway by the annual... | My Brilliant Career |
Uncle first said he was glad to see I had the spirit of an Australian, and then threatened to put my nose above my chin if I failed to behave properly. Grannie remarked that I might have the spirit of an Australian, but I had by no means the manners of a lady; while aunt Helen ventured a wish that I might expend all my... | No speaker | uncle Jay-Jay! Hurrah for Clancy!”<|quote|>Uncle first said he was glad to see I had the spirit of an Australian, and then threatened to put my nose above my chin if I failed to behave properly. Grannie remarked that I might have the spirit of an Australian, but I had by no means the manners of a lady; while aunt Helen... | it, Mr Bossier! Well done, uncle Jay-Jay! Hurrah for Clancy!”<|quote|>Uncle first said he was glad to see I had the spirit of an Australian, and then threatened to put my nose above my chin if I failed to behave properly. Grannie remarked that I might have the spirit of an Australian, but I had by no means the manners ... | there were plenty more to be had any day. On this morning he went off at his usual pace. Grannie urged as remonstrance that the dust was fearful when going at that rate. I clapped my hands and exclaimed, “Go it, Mr Bossier! Well done, uncle Jay-Jay! Hurrah for Clancy!”<|quote|>Uncle first said he was glad to see I had ... | the house. We started at nine o’clock. Grannie and uncle Boss sat in the front seat of the buggy, and aunt Helen and I occupied the back. Uncle always drove at a good round gallop. His idea was to have good horses, not donkeys, and not to spare them, as there were plenty more to be had any day. On this morning he went ... | Wyambeet course, about fourteen miles from Caddagat. The holding of these races was an elderly institution, and was followed at night by a servants’ ball given by one of the squatters. Last year it had been Beecham’s ball, the year before Bossier’s, and this year it was to take place in the woolshed of James Grant of Y... | he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.” “Well, he has a great number to choose from, for they all like him.” “Yes, just for his money,” I said scornfully. “But I’ll surprise him if he thinks he can get me for the asking.” “Sybylla, never flirt. To play with a man’s heart, I think, is one of the most horribly ... | Helen a gaze as steady as her own, and said bitterly: “Aunt Helen, I can truly say he has never, and will never extend to me more than common politeness. Neither will any other man. Surely you know enough of masculine human nature to see there is no danger of a man losing his heart to a plain woman like me. Love in fan... | horse-races on the Wyambeet course, about fourteen miles from Caddagat. The holding of these races was an elderly institution, and was followed at night by a servants’ ball given by one of the squatters. Last year it had been Beecham’s ball, the year before Bossier’s, and this year it was to take place in the woolshed ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Please, uncle, let me drive,” | Sybylla Melvyn | far away in the background.<|quote|>“Please, uncle, let me drive,”</|quote|>I requested. “Couldn’t now. Your | short time they were as far away in the background.<|quote|>“Please, uncle, let me drive,”</|quote|>I requested. “Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t sit in the | racecourse. We went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clambering trees, eyed us unblinkingly as we passed. Did we see a person or vehicle a tiny speck ahead of us—in a short time they were as far away in the background.<|quote|>“Please, uncle, let me drive,”</|quote|>I reques... | the spirit of an Australian, but I had by no means the manners of a lady; while aunt Helen ventured a wish that I might expend all my superfluous spirits on the way, so that I would be enabled to deport myself with a little decorum when arrived at the racecourse. We went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered o... | was to have good horses, not donkeys, and not to spare them, as there were plenty more to be had any day. On this morning he went off at his usual pace. Grannie urged as remonstrance that the dust was fearful when going at that rate. I clapped my hands and exclaimed, “Go it, Mr Bossier! Well done, uncle Jay-Jay! Hurrah... | which should have been abolished long ago. It does not matter how a woman is played with.” “Sybylla, you talk at random. The shortcomings of men are no excuse for you to be unwomanly,” said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN The 9th of November 1896 The Prince of Wales’s birthday up the country was celebrated as usual ... | and so bitter. Why is this?” “Because I have been cursed with the power of seeing, thinking, and, worse than all, feeling, and branded with the stinging affliction of ugliness,” I replied. “Now, Sybylla, you are going to think of yourself again. Something has put you out. Be sensible for once in a way. What you have sa... | conceited, and it does not prevent me from loving her dearly,” here aunt Helen smiled affectionately at me. “What you complain of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.” “But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl for the asking.” “Well, he has a great number to c... | My Brilliant Career |
I requested. | No speaker | “Please, uncle, let me drive,”<|quote|>I requested.</|quote|>“Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t | far away in the background. “Please, uncle, let me drive,”<|quote|>I requested.</|quote|>“Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t sit in the back-seat—neither could | great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clambering trees, eyed us unblinkingly as we passed. Did we see a person or vehicle a tiny speck ahead of us—in a short time they were as far away in the background. “Please, uncle, let me drive,”<|quote|>I requested.</|quote|>“Couldn’t now. Your ... | but I had by no means the manners of a lady; while aunt Helen ventured a wish that I might expend all my superfluous spirits on the way, so that I would be enabled to deport myself with a little decorum when arrived at the racecourse. We went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and,... | not donkeys, and not to spare them, as there were plenty more to be had any day. On this morning he went off at his usual pace. Grannie urged as remonstrance that the dust was fearful when going at that rate. I clapped my hands and exclaimed, “Go it, Mr Bossier! Well done, uncle Jay-Jay! Hurrah for Clancy!” Uncle first... | long ago. It does not matter how a woman is played with.” “Sybylla, you talk at random. The shortcomings of men are no excuse for you to be unwomanly,” said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN The 9th of November 1896 The Prince of Wales’s birthday up the country was celebrated as usual thereaway by the annual horse-rac... | this?” “Because I have been cursed with the power of seeing, thinking, and, worse than all, feeling, and branded with the stinging affliction of ugliness,” I replied. “Now, Sybylla, you are going to think of yourself again. Something has put you out. Be sensible for once in a way. What you have said of men’s love may b... | gallop. His idea was to have good horses, not donkeys, and not to spare them, as there were plenty more to be had any day. On this morning he went off at his usual pace. Grannie urged as remonstrance that the dust was fearful when going at that rate. I clapped my hands and exclaimed, “Go it, Mr Bossier! Well done, uncl... | My Brilliant Career |
“Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t sit in the back-seat—neither could I—and look like a tame cockatoo while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.” | Uncle Julius | let me drive,” I requested.<|quote|>“Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t sit in the back-seat—neither could I—and look like a tame cockatoo while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.”</|... | in the background. “Please, uncle, let me drive,” I requested.<|quote|>“Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t sit in the back-seat—neither could I—and look like a tame cockatoo while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to... | lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clambering trees, eyed us unblinkingly as we passed. Did we see a person or vehicle a tiny speck ahead of us—in a short time they were as far away in the background. “Please, uncle, let me drive,” I requested.<|quote|>“Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t sit in ... | had by no means the manners of a lady; while aunt Helen ventured a wish that I might expend all my superfluous spirits on the way, so that I would be enabled to deport myself with a little decorum when arrived at the racecourse. We went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clamb... | and not to spare them, as there were plenty more to be had any day. On this morning he went off at his usual pace. Grannie urged as remonstrance that the dust was fearful when going at that rate. I clapped my hands and exclaimed, “Go it, Mr Bossier! Well done, uncle Jay-Jay! Hurrah for Clancy!” Uncle first said he was ... | It does not matter how a woman is played with.” “Sybylla, you talk at random. The shortcomings of men are no excuse for you to be unwomanly,” said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN The 9th of November 1896 The Prince of Wales’s birthday up the country was celebrated as usual thereaway by the annual horse-races on the ... | I have been cursed with the power of seeing, thinking, and, worse than all, feeling, and branded with the stinging affliction of ugliness,” I replied. “Now, Sybylla, you are going to think of yourself again. Something has put you out. Be sensible for once in a way. What you have said of men’s love may be true in a sens... | 1896 The Prince of Wales’s birthday up the country was celebrated as usual thereaway by the annual horse-races on the Wyambeet course, about fourteen miles from Caddagat. The holding of these races was an elderly institution, and was followed at night by a servants’ ball given by one of the squatters. Last year it had ... | My Brilliant Career |
There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver’s seat, and the other occupants were all ladies. I noticed the one beside him was wearing a very big hat, all ruffles, flowers, and plumes. | No speaker | him in a few minutes.”<|quote|>There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver’s seat, and the other occupants were all ladies. I noticed the one beside him was wearing a very big hat, all ruffles, flowers,... | spec. We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.”<|quote|>There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver’s seat, and the other occupants were all ladies. I noticed the one beside him was wearing a very b... | sit in the back-seat—neither could I—and look like a tame cockatoo while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.”<|quote|>There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five... | of the way in dozens, and, clambering trees, eyed us unblinkingly as we passed. Did we see a person or vehicle a tiny speck ahead of us—in a short time they were as far away in the background. “Please, uncle, let me drive,” I requested. “Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t sit in the back-seat—neither could I—and look lik... | Clancy!” Uncle first said he was glad to see I had the spirit of an Australian, and then threatened to put my nose above my chin if I failed to behave properly. Grannie remarked that I might have the spirit of an Australian, but I had by no means the manners of a lady; while aunt Helen ventured a wish that I might expe... | the Wyambeet course, about fourteen miles from Caddagat. The holding of these races was an elderly institution, and was followed at night by a servants’ ball given by one of the squatters. Last year it had been Beecham’s ball, the year before Bossier’s, and this year it was to take place in the woolshed of James Grant ... | be true in a sense, but it is not always so, and Harry is not that kind of man. I have known him all his life, and understand him, and feel sure he loves you truly. Tell me plainly, do you intend to accept him?” “Intend to accept him!” I echoed. “I haven’t once thought of such a possibility. I never mean to marry anyon... | a woman is played with.” “Sybylla, you talk at random. The shortcomings of men are no excuse for you to be unwomanly,” said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN The 9th of November 1896 The Prince of Wales’s birthday up the country was celebrated as usual thereaway by the annual horse-races on the Wyambeet course, about ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Shall I pull up and get you a seat?” | Uncle Julius | all ruffles, flowers, and plumes.<|quote|>“Shall I pull up and get you a seat?”</|quote|>inquired uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, | wearing a very big hat, all ruffles, flowers, and plumes.<|quote|>“Shall I pull up and get you a seat?”</|quote|>inquired uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, no.” The boss of Five-Bob | distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver’s seat, and the other occupants were all ladies. I noticed the one beside him was wearing a very big hat, all ruffles, flowers, and plumes.<|quote|>“Shall I pull up and get you a seat?”... | look like a tame cockatoo while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.” There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the d... | Helen ventured a wish that I might expend all my superfluous spirits on the way, so that I would be enabled to deport myself with a little decorum when arrived at the racecourse. We went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clambering trees, eyed us unblinkingly as we passed. Di... | Grant of Yabtree. Our two girls, the gardener, and Joe Slocombe the groom, were to be present, as also were all the other employees about. Nearly every one in the district—masters and men—attended the races. We were going, Frank Hawden volunteering to stay and mind the house. We started at nine o’clock. Grannie and unc... | such a possibility. I never mean to marry anyone.” “Don’t you care for Harold? Just a little? Think.” “How could I care for him?” “For many, many reasons. He is young, and very kind and gentle. He is one of the biggest and finest-looking men you could find. He is a man whom no one could despise, for he has nothing desp... | Grant of Yabtree. Our two girls, the gardener, and Joe Slocombe the groom, were to be present, as also were all the other employees about. Nearly every one in the district—masters and men—attended the races. We were going, Frank Hawden volunteering to stay and mind the house. We started at nine o’clock. Grannie and unc... | My Brilliant Career |
inquired uncle Jay-Jay. | No speaker | and get you a seat?”<|quote|>inquired uncle Jay-Jay.</|quote|>“No, no, no.” The boss | plumes. “Shall I pull up and get you a seat?”<|quote|>inquired uncle Jay-Jay.</|quote|>“No, no, no.” The boss of Five-Bob drew to his | as we overhauled it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver’s seat, and the other occupants were all ladies. I noticed the one beside him was wearing a very big hat, all ruffles, flowers, and plumes. “Shall I pull up and get you a seat?”<|quote|>inquired uncle Jay-Jay.</|quote|>“No, no, no.” The b... | front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.” There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the d... | my superfluous spirits on the way, so that I would be enabled to deport myself with a little decorum when arrived at the racecourse. We went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clambering trees, eyed us unblinkingly as we passed. Did we see a person or vehicle a tiny speck ahea... | Joe Slocombe the groom, were to be present, as also were all the other employees about. Nearly every one in the district—masters and men—attended the races. We were going, Frank Hawden volunteering to stay and mind the house. We started at nine o’clock. Grannie and uncle Boss sat in the front seat of the buggy, and aun... | “Don’t you care for Harold? Just a little? Think.” “How could I care for him?” “For many, many reasons. He is young, and very kind and gentle. He is one of the biggest and finest-looking men you could find. He is a man whom no one could despise, for he has nothing despicable about him. But, best of all, he is true, and... | while aunt Helen ventured a wish that I might expend all my superfluous spirits on the way, so that I would be enabled to deport myself with a little decorum when arrived at the racecourse. We went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clambering trees, eyed us unblinkingly as we... | My Brilliant Career |
“No, no, no.” | Sybylla Melvyn | a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay.<|quote|>“No, no, no.”</|quote|>The boss of Five-Bob drew | pull up and get you a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay.<|quote|>“No, no, no.”</|quote|>The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the | it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver’s seat, and the other occupants were all ladies. I noticed the one beside him was wearing a very big hat, all ruffles, flowers, and plumes. “Shall I pull up and get you a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay.<|quote|>“No, no, no.”</|quote|>The boss of Five-Bob d... | Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.” There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver’s seat, a... | on the way, so that I would be enabled to deport myself with a little decorum when arrived at the racecourse. We went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clambering trees, eyed us unblinkingly as we passed. Did we see a person or vehicle a tiny speck ahead of us—in a short time... | groom, were to be present, as also were all the other employees about. Nearly every one in the district—masters and men—attended the races. We were going, Frank Hawden volunteering to stay and mind the house. We started at nine o’clock. Grannie and uncle Boss sat in the front seat of the buggy, and aunt Helen and I occ... | for Harold? Just a little? Think.” “How could I care for him?” “For many, many reasons. He is young, and very kind and gentle. He is one of the biggest and finest-looking men you could find. He is a man whom no one could despise, for he has nothing despicable about him. But, best of all, he is true, and that, I think, ... | 9th of November 1896 The Prince of Wales’s birthday up the country was celebrated as usual thereaway by the annual horse-races on the Wyambeet course, about fourteen miles from Caddagat. The holding of these races was an elderly institution, and was followed at night by a servants’ ball given by one of the squatters. L... | My Brilliant Career |
The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease: | No speaker | uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, no.”<|quote|>The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease:</|quote|>“Got faint-hearted, did you? The | get you a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, no.”<|quote|>The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease:</|quote|>“Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman’s hat | the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver’s seat, and the other occupants were all ladies. I noticed the one beside him was wearing a very big hat, all ruffles, flowers, and plumes. “Shall I pull up and get you a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, no.”<|quote|>The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of t... | you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.” There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver’s seat, and the other ... | so that I would be enabled to deport myself with a little decorum when arrived at the racecourse. We went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clambering trees, eyed us unblinkingly as we passed. Did we see a person or vehicle a tiny speck ahead of us—in a short time they were a... | be present, as also were all the other employees about. Nearly every one in the district—masters and men—attended the races. We were going, Frank Hawden volunteering to stay and mind the house. We started at nine o’clock. Grannie and uncle Boss sat in the front seat of the buggy, and aunt Helen and I occupied the back.... | a little? Think.” “How could I care for him?” “For many, many reasons. He is young, and very kind and gentle. He is one of the biggest and finest-looking men you could find. He is a man whom no one could despise, for he has nothing despicable about him. But, best of all, he is true, and that, I think, is the bedrock of... | by one of the squatters. Last year it had been Beecham’s ball, the year before Bossier’s, and this year it was to take place in the woolshed of James Grant of Yabtree. Our two girls, the gardener, and Joe Slocombe the groom, were to be present, as also were all the other employees about. Nearly every one in the distric... | My Brilliant Career |
“Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don’t you funk; I’ll see that you have a fair show. I’ll get you a regular cart-wheel next time I go to town, and we’ll trim it up with some of old Barney’s tail. If that won’t fetch him, I’m sure nothing will... | Uncle Julius | passed uncle began to tease:<|quote|>“Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don’t you funk; I’ll see that you have a fair show. I’ll get you a regular cart-wheel next time I go to town, and we’ll trim it up with some of old Barney’s tail. If that w... | road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease:<|quote|>“Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don’t you funk; I’ll see that you have a fair show. I’ll get you a regular cart-wheel next time I go to town, and we’ll trim it up with some of old Ba... | the one beside him was wearing a very big hat, all ruffles, flowers, and plumes. “Shall I pull up and get you a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, no.” The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease:<|quote|>“Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woma... | We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.” There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver’s seat, and the other occupants were all ladies. I noticed the one beside him was wearing a very big hat, all ru... | at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clambering trees, eyed us unblinkingly as we passed. Did we see a person or vehicle a tiny speck ahead of us—in a short time they were as far away in the background. “Please, uncle, let me drive,” I requested. “Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’... | We were going, Frank Hawden volunteering to stay and mind the house. We started at nine o’clock. Grannie and uncle Boss sat in the front seat of the buggy, and aunt Helen and I occupied the back. Uncle always drove at a good round gallop. His idea was to have good horses, not donkeys, and not to spare them, as there we... | gentle. He is one of the biggest and finest-looking men you could find. He is a man whom no one could despise, for he has nothing despicable about him. But, best of all, he is true, and that, I think, is the bedrock of all virtues.” “But he is so conceited,” I remarked. “That does not make him any the less lovable. I k... | no excuse for you to be unwomanly,” said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN The 9th of November 1896 The Prince of Wales’s birthday up the country was celebrated as usual thereaway by the annual horse-races on the Wyambeet course, about fourteen miles from Caddagat. The holding of these races was an elderly institutio... | My Brilliant Career |
Before we got to the racecourse Barney went lame through getting a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart at the same time, to alight. Mr Beecham’s groom went to his horses’ heads while Harold himself assisted his carriageful of la... | No speaker | him, I’m sure nothing will.”<|quote|>Before we got to the racecourse Barney went lame through getting a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart at the same time, to alight. Mr Beecham’s groom went to his horses’ heads while Harold h... | tail. If that won’t fetch him, I’m sure nothing will.”<|quote|>Before we got to the racecourse Barney went lame through getting a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart at the same time, to alight. Mr Beecham’s groom went to his ho... | hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don’t you funk; I’ll see that you have a fair show. I’ll get you a regular cart-wheel next time I go to town, and we’ll trim it up with some of old Barney’s tail. If that won’t fetch him, I’m sure nothing will.”<|quote|>Before we got to the racecourse Barney went lame thr... | hat, all ruffles, flowers, and plumes. “Shall I pull up and get you a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, no.” The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease: “Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind... | sit in the back-seat—neither could I—and look like a tame cockatoo while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.” There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Dow... | as there were plenty more to be had any day. On this morning he went off at his usual pace. Grannie urged as remonstrance that the dust was fearful when going at that rate. I clapped my hands and exclaimed, “Go it, Mr Bossier! Well done, uncle Jay-Jay! Hurrah for Clancy!” Uncle first said he was glad to see I had the s... | the less lovable. I know another young person very conceited, and it does not prevent me from loving her dearly,” here aunt Helen smiled affectionately at me. “What you complain of in Harold will wear off presently—life has been very easy for him so far, you see.” “But, auntie, I’m sure he thinks he could have any girl... | we passed. Did we see a person or vehicle a tiny speck ahead of us—in a short time they were as far away in the background. “Please, uncle, let me drive,” I requested. “Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t sit in the back-seat—neither could I—and look like a tame cockatoo while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you dr... | My Brilliant Career |
“I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” | Uncle Julius | be somewhat flat without him.<|quote|>“I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!”</|quote|>ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, | the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him.<|quote|>“I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!”</|quote|>ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his | be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him.<|quote|>“I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and ... | his horses’ heads while Harold himself assisted his carriageful of ladies to set foot on the ground. Aunt Helen and grannie went to talk to them, but I stayed with uncle Jay-Jay while he took the horses out. Somehow I was feeling very disappointed. I had expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so abs... | on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don’t you funk; I’ll see that you have a fair show. I’ll get you a regular cart-wheel next time I go to town, and we’ll trim it up with some of old Barney’s tail. If that won’t fetch him, I’m sure nothing will.” Before we got to the racecourse Barney went ... | goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clambering trees, eyed us unblinkingly as we passed. Did we see a person or vehicle a tiny speck ahead of us—in a short time they were as far away in the background. “Please, uncle, let me drive,” I requested. “Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t sit in the back-seat—neithe... | aunt Helen, to hear you talk. Hurt their vanity for a few days is the most a woman could do with any of them. I am sick of this preach, preach about playing with men’s hearts. It is an old fable which should have been abolished long ago. It does not matter how a woman is played with.” “Sybylla, you talk at random. The ... | requested. “Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t sit in the back-seat—neither could I—and look like a tame cockatoo while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.” There was a vehicle in the ... | My Brilliant Career |
ejaculated uncle Julius. | No speaker | anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!”<|quote|>ejaculated uncle Julius.</|quote|>“Never mind, uncle, let him | but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!”<|quote|>ejaculated uncle Julius.</|quote|>“Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose | own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!”<|quote|>ejaculated uncle Julius.</|quote|>“Never mind, uncle, l... | the horses out. Somehow I was feeling very disappointed. I had expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things pro... | trim it up with some of old Barney’s tail. If that won’t fetch him, I’m sure nothing will.” Before we got to the racecourse Barney went lame through getting a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart at the same time, to alight. Mr B... | as far away in the background. “Please, uncle, let me drive,” I requested. “Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t sit in the back-seat—neither could I—and look like a tame cockatoo while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sur... | hearts. It is an old fable which should have been abolished long ago. It does not matter how a woman is played with.” “Sybylla, you talk at random. The shortcomings of men are no excuse for you to be unwomanly,” said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN The 9th of November 1896 The Prince of Wales’s birthday up the count... | on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don’t you funk; I’ll see that you have a fair show. I’ll get you a regular cart-wheel next time I go to town, and we’ll trim it up with some of old Barney’s tail. If that won’t fetch him, I’m sure nothing will.” Before we got to the racecourse Barney went ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” | Sybylla Melvyn | doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius.<|quote|>“Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.”</|quote|>“That would suit Joe, I | see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius.<|quote|>“Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.”</|quote|>“That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I | ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius.<|quote|>“Never mind, uncle, let him have his holida... | Somehow I was feeling very disappointed. I had expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be some... | with some of old Barney’s tail. If that won’t fetch him, I’m sure nothing will.” Before we got to the racecourse Barney went lame through getting a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart at the same time, to alight. Mr Beecham’s gr... | in the background. “Please, uncle, let me drive,” I requested. “Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t sit in the back-seat—neither could I—and look like a tame cockatoo while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to overtak... | an old fable which should have been abolished long ago. It does not matter how a woman is played with.” “Sybylla, you talk at random. The shortcomings of men are no excuse for you to be unwomanly,” said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN The 9th of November 1896 The Prince of Wales’s birthday up the country was celebra... | look like a tame cockatoo while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.” There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the d... | My Brilliant Career |
“That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.” | Uncle Julius | can easily water the horses.”<|quote|>“That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.”</|quote|>He led one animal, I | spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.”<|quote|>“That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.”</|quote|>He led one animal, I took the other, and we | soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.”<|quote|>“That would suit Joe, I have no... | lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see... | a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart at the same time, to alight. Mr Beecham’s groom went to his horses’ heads while Harold himself assisted his carriageful of ladies to set foot on the ground. Aunt Helen and grannie went to tal... | while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.” There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Haro... | shortcomings of men are no excuse for you to be unwomanly,” said aunt Helen. CHAPTER NINETEEN The 9th of November 1896 The Prince of Wales’s birthday up the country was celebrated as usual thereaway by the annual horse-races on the Wyambeet course, about fourteen miles from Caddagat. The holding of these races w... | went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clambering trees, eyed us unblinkingly as we passed. Did we see a person or vehicle a tiny speck ahead of us—in a short time they were as far away in the background. “Please, uncle, let me drive,” I requested. “Couldn’t now. Your grannie... | My Brilliant Career |
He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. | No speaker | horses. I’ll water ’em myself.”<|quote|>He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away.</|quote|>“You run along to your | to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.”<|quote|>He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away.</|quote|>“You run along to your grannie and the rest of | Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.”<|quote|>He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the d... | of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I ... | distance apart at the same time, to alight. Mr Beecham’s groom went to his horses’ heads while Harold himself assisted his carriageful of ladies to set foot on the ground. Aunt Helen and grannie went to talk to them, but I stayed with uncle Jay-Jay while he took the horses out. Somehow I was feeling very disappointed. ... | sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.” There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver’s seat, and the other occupants were all ladies. I noticed the one beside him w... | of Wales’s birthday up the country was celebrated as usual thereaway by the annual horse-races on the Wyambeet course, about fourteen miles from Caddagat. The holding of these races was an elderly institution, and was followed at night by a servants’ ball given by one of the squatters. Last year it had been Beecham’s b... | away in the background. “Please, uncle, let me drive,” I requested. “Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t sit in the back-seat—neither could I—and look like a tame cockatoo while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to ov... | My Brilliant Career |
“You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,” | Uncle Julius | a few hundred yards away.<|quote|>“You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,”</|quote|>said uncle, but I kept | in the direction of water a few hundred yards away.<|quote|>“You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,”</|quote|>said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You | I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away.<|quote|>“You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by... | be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit... | carriageful of ladies to set foot on the ground. Aunt Helen and grannie went to talk to them, but I stayed with uncle Jay-Jay while he took the horses out. Somehow I was feeling very disappointed. I had expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had ... | the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver’s seat, and the other occupants were all ladies. I noticed the one beside him was wearing a very big hat, all ruffles, flowers, and plumes. “Shall I pull up and get you a seat?” inq... | miles from Caddagat. The holding of these races was an elderly institution, and was followed at night by a servants’ ball given by one of the squatters. Last year it had been Beecham’s ball, the year before Bossier’s, and this year it was to take place in the woolshed of James Grant of Yabtree. Our two girls, the garde... | sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sure to overtake him in a few minutes.” There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver’s seat, and the other occupants were all ladies. I noticed the ... | My Brilliant Career |
said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. | No speaker | and I’ll go by myself,”<|quote|>said uncle, but I kept on with the horse.</|quote|>“You mustn’t let a five-guinea | and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,”<|quote|>said uncle, but I kept on with the horse.</|quote|>“You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” | don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,”<|quote|>said uncle, but I kept on with the horse.</|quote|>“You mustn’t let... | horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the hors... | to them, but I stayed with uncle Jay-Jay while he took the horses out. Somehow I was feeling very disappointed. I had expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would be... | the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver’s seat, and the other occupants were all ladies. I noticed the one beside him was wearing a very big hat, all ruffles, flowers, and plumes. “Shall I pull up and get you a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, no.” The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road,... | night by a servants’ ball given by one of the squatters. Last year it had been Beecham’s ball, the year before Bossier’s, and this year it was to take place in the woolshed of James Grant of Yabtree. Our two girls, the gardener, and Joe Slocombe the groom, were to be present, as also were all the other employees about.... | If that won’t fetch him, I’m sure nothing will.” Before we got to the racecourse Barney went lame through getting a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart at the same time, to alight. Mr Beecham’s groom went to his horses’ heads wh... | My Brilliant Career |
“You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” | Uncle Julius | kept on with the horse.<|quote|>“You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,”</|quote|>he continued, with a mischievous | myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse.<|quote|>“You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,”</|quote|>he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If | I’ll water ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse.<|quote|>“You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,”</... | doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the oth... | he took the horses out. Somehow I was feeling very disappointed. I had expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, th... | driver’s seat, and the other occupants were all ladies. I noticed the one beside him was wearing a very big hat, all ruffles, flowers, and plumes. “Shall I pull up and get you a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, no.” The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease: “... | the squatters. Last year it had been Beecham’s ball, the year before Bossier’s, and this year it was to take place in the woolshed of James Grant of Yabtree. Our two girls, the gardener, and Joe Slocombe the groom, were to be present, as also were all the other employees about. Nearly every one in the district—masters ... | next time I go to town, and we’ll trim it up with some of old Barney’s tail. If that won’t fetch him, I’m sure nothing will.” Before we got to the racecourse Barney went lame through getting a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart ... | My Brilliant Career |
he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. | No speaker | hat destroy your hopes altogether,”<|quote|>he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.</|quote|>“If you stick to your | “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,”<|quote|>he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.</|quote|>“If you stick to your guns you have a better | the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,”<|quote|>he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye... | have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. ... | disappointed. I had expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I t... | noticed the one beside him was wearing a very big hat, all ruffles, flowers, and plumes. “Shall I pull up and get you a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, no.” The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease: “Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woma... | year before Bossier’s, and this year it was to take place in the woolshed of James Grant of Yabtree. Our two girls, the gardener, and Joe Slocombe the groom, were to be present, as also were all the other employees about. Nearly every one in the district—masters and men—attended the races. We were going, Frank Hawden v... | I go to town, and we’ll trim it up with some of old Barney’s tail. If that won’t fetch him, I’m sure nothing will.” Before we got to the racecourse Barney went lame through getting a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart at the sam... | My Brilliant Career |
“If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” | Uncle Julius | mischievous twinkle in his eyes.<|quote|>“If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.”</|quote|>“I am at a loss | altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.<|quote|>“If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.”</|quote|>“I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr | water a few hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.<|quote|>“If you stick to your guns you have a be... | time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of... | He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as... | big hat, all ruffles, flowers, and plumes. “Shall I pull up and get you a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, no.” The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease: “Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never ... | take place in the woolshed of James Grant of Yabtree. Our two girls, the gardener, and Joe Slocombe the groom, were to be present, as also were all the other employees about. Nearly every one in the district—masters and men—attended the races. We were going, Frank Hawden volunteering to stay and mind the house. We star... | very disappointed. I had expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him.... | My Brilliant Career |
“I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” | Sybylla Melvyn | bag the boss of Five-Bob.”<|quote|>“I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,”</|quote|>I said stiffly. “Now, little | better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.”<|quote|>“I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,”</|quote|>I said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you think you are | go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.”<|quote|>“I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo... | doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a f... | look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doos... | “No, no, no.” The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease: “Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don’t you funk; I’ll see that you have a fair show. I’ll get you a regular cart-wheel next time I g... | groom, were to be present, as also were all the other employees about. Nearly every one in the district—masters and men—attended the races. We were going, Frank Hawden volunteering to stay and mind the house. We started at nine o’clock. Grannie and uncle Boss sat in the front seat of the buggy, and aunt Helen and I occ... | carriageful of ladies to set foot on the ground. Aunt Helen and grannie went to talk to them, but I stayed with uncle Jay-Jay while he took the horses out. Somehow I was feeling very disappointed. I had expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had ... | My Brilliant Career |
I said stiffly. | No speaker | interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,”<|quote|>I said stiffly.</|quote|>“Now, little woman, you think | am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,”<|quote|>I said stiffly.</|quote|>“Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but | horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,”<|quote|>I said stiffly.</|quote|>“Now, litt... | horses. I’ll water ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” h... | belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let ... | of the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease: “Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don’t you funk; I’ll see that you have a fair show. I’ll get you a regular cart-wheel next time I go to town, and we’ll trim it up with some of old Bar... | employees about. Nearly every one in the district—masters and men—attended the races. We were going, Frank Hawden volunteering to stay and mind the house. We started at nine o’clock. Grannie and uncle Boss sat in the front seat of the buggy, and aunt Helen and I occupied the back. Uncle always drove at a good round gal... | the ground. Aunt Helen and grannie went to talk to them, but I stayed with uncle Jay-Jay while he took the horses out. Somehow I was feeling very disappointed. I had expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I’ve seen the game you and Harry have been up to this last month. If it had been any other man, I would have restricted your capers long ago.” | Uncle Julius | Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly.<|quote|>“Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I’ve seen the game you and Harry have been up to this last month. If it had been any other man, I would have restricted your capers long ago.”</|quote|>“Uncle—” I began. “Now, Sybylla, | loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly.<|quote|>“Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I’ve seen the game you and Harry have been up to this last month. If it had been any other man, I would have restricted your capers long ago.”</|quote|>“Uncle—” I began. “Now... | let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly.<|quote|>“Now, little woman, you think you are v... | ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a... | own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his h... | and when we had passed uncle began to tease: “Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don’t you funk; I’ll see that you have a fair show. I’ll get you a regular cart-wheel next time I go to town, and we’ll trim it up with some of old Barney’s tail. I... | every one in the district—masters and men—attended the races. We were going, Frank Hawden volunteering to stay and mind the house. We started at nine o’clock. Grannie and uncle Boss sat in the front seat of the buggy, and aunt Helen and I occupied the back. Uncle always drove at a good round gallop. His idea was to hav... | to his horses’ heads while Harold himself assisted his carriageful of ladies to set foot on the ground. Aunt Helen and grannie went to talk to them, but I stayed with uncle Jay-Jay while he took the horses out. Somehow I was feeling very disappointed. I had expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Uncle—” | Sybylla Melvyn | restricted your capers long ago.”<|quote|>“Uncle—”</|quote|>I began. “Now, Sybylla, none | other man, I would have restricted your capers long ago.”<|quote|>“Uncle—”</|quote|>I began. “Now, Sybylla, none of your crammers. There is | your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I’ve seen the game you and Harry have been up to this last month. If it had been any other man, I would have restricted your capers long ago.”<|quote|>“Uncle—”</|quote|>I began. “Now, Sybylla, none of... | kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, litt... | see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em m... | time I go to town, and we’ll trim it up with some of old Barney’s tail. If that won’t fetch him, I’m sure nothing will.” Before we got to the racecourse Barney went lame through getting a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart at th... | occupied the back. Uncle always drove at a good round gallop. His idea was to have good horses, not donkeys, and not to spare them, as there were plenty more to be had any day. On this morning he went off at his usual pace. Grannie urged as remonstrance that the dust was fearful when going at that rate. I clapped my ha... | up with some of old Barney’s tail. If that won’t fetch him, I’m sure nothing will.” Before we got to the racecourse Barney went lame through getting a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart at the same time, to alight. Mr Beecham’s... | My Brilliant Career |
I began. | No speaker | your capers long ago.” “Uncle—”<|quote|>I began.</|quote|>“Now, Sybylla, none of your | man, I would have restricted your capers long ago.” “Uncle—”<|quote|>I began.</|quote|>“Now, Sybylla, none of your crammers. There is no harm | innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I’ve seen the game you and Harry have been up to this last month. If it had been any other man, I would have restricted your capers long ago.” “Uncle—”<|quote|>I began.</|quote|>“Now, Sybylla, none of your... | on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, little wo... | him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em mysel... | I go to town, and we’ll trim it up with some of old Barney’s tail. If that won’t fetch him, I’m sure nothing will.” Before we got to the racecourse Barney went lame through getting a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart at the sam... | the back. Uncle always drove at a good round gallop. His idea was to have good horses, not donkeys, and not to spare them, as there were plenty more to be had any day. On this morning he went off at his usual pace. Grannie urged as remonstrance that the dust was fearful when going at that rate. I clapped my hands and e... | and get you a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, no.” The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease: “Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don’t you funk; I’ll see that you have a fair show. I’... | My Brilliant Career |
“Now, Sybylla, none of your crammers. There is no harm in being a bit gone on Harry. It’s only natural, and just what I’d expect. I’ve known him since he was born, and he’s a good all-round fellow. His head is screwed on the right way, his heart is in the right place, and his principles are tip-top. He could give you f... | Uncle Julius | long ago.” “Uncle—” I began.<|quote|>“Now, Sybylla, none of your crammers. There is no harm in being a bit gone on Harry. It’s only natural, and just what I’d expect. I’ve known him since he was born, and he’s a good all-round fellow. His head is screwed on the right way, his heart is in the right place, and his princi... | would have restricted your capers long ago.” “Uncle—” I began.<|quote|>“Now, Sybylla, none of your crammers. There is no harm in being a bit gone on Harry. It’s only natural, and just what I’d expect. I’ve known him since he was born, and he’s a good all-round fellow. His head is screwed on the right way, his heart is ... | Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I’ve seen the game you and Harry have been up to this last month. If it had been any other man, I would have restricted your capers long ago.” “Uncle—” I began.<|quote|>“Now, Sybylla, none of your crammers. There is no... | the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you... | infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.” He led one an... | to town, and we’ll trim it up with some of old Barney’s tail. If that won’t fetch him, I’m sure nothing will.” Before we got to the racecourse Barney went lame through getting a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart at the same tim... | Uncle always drove at a good round gallop. His idea was to have good horses, not donkeys, and not to spare them, as there were plenty more to be had any day. On this morning he went off at his usual pace. Grannie urged as remonstrance that the dust was fearful when going at that rate. I clapped my hands and exclaimed, ... | you a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, no.” The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease: “Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don’t you funk; I’ll see that you have a fair show. I’ll get y... | My Brilliant Career |
“Temper!” | Sybylla Melvyn | patch on him for temper.”<|quote|>“Temper!”</|quote|>I exclaimed. “He is always | temper—old Nick himself isn’t a patch on him for temper.”<|quote|>“Temper!”</|quote|>I exclaimed. “He is always so quiet and pleasant.” “Yes, | to no end, and wouldn’t be stingy either. You’ll never get a better man. Don’t you be put out of the running so cheaply: hold your own and win, that’s my advice to you. There is nothing against him, only temper—old Nick himself isn’t a patch on him for temper.”<|quote|>“Temper!”</|quote|>I exclaimed. “He is always so q... | on Harry. It’s only natural, and just what I’d expect. I’ve known him since he was born, and he’s a good all-round fellow. His head is screwed on the right way, his heart is in the right place, and his principles are tip-top. He could give you fal-de-rals and rubbish to no end, and wouldn’t be stingy either. You’ll nev... | a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I’ve seen the game you and Harry have been u... | expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a ... | but I had by no means the manners of a lady; while aunt Helen ventured a wish that I might expend all my superfluous spirits on the way, so that I would be enabled to deport myself with a little decorum when arrived at the racecourse. We went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and,... | get you a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, no.” The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease: “Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don’t you funk; I’ll see that you have a fair show. I’ll g... | My Brilliant Career |
I exclaimed. | No speaker | on him for temper.” “Temper!”<|quote|>I exclaimed.</|quote|>“He is always so quiet | Nick himself isn’t a patch on him for temper.” “Temper!”<|quote|>I exclaimed.</|quote|>“He is always so quiet and pleasant.” “Yes, he controls | no end, and wouldn’t be stingy either. You’ll never get a better man. Don’t you be put out of the running so cheaply: hold your own and win, that’s my advice to you. There is nothing against him, only temper—old Nick himself isn’t a patch on him for temper.” “Temper!”<|quote|>I exclaimed.</|quote|>“He is always so quie... | Harry. It’s only natural, and just what I’d expect. I’ve known him since he was born, and he’s a good all-round fellow. His head is screwed on the right way, his heart is in the right place, and his principles are tip-top. He could give you fal-de-rals and rubbish to no end, and wouldn’t be stingy either. You’ll never ... | mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I’ve seen the game you and Harry have been up ... | Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be... | I had by no means the manners of a lady; while aunt Helen ventured a wish that I might expend all my superfluous spirits on the way, so that I would be enabled to deport myself with a little decorum when arrived at the racecourse. We went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, cla... | getting a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart at the same time, to alight. Mr Beecham’s groom went to his horses’ heads while Harold himself assisted his carriageful of ladies to set foot on the ground. Aunt Helen and grannie wen... | My Brilliant Career |
“He is always so quiet and pleasant.” | Sybylla Melvyn | for temper.” “Temper!” I exclaimed.<|quote|>“He is always so quiet and pleasant.”</|quote|>“Yes, he controls it well. | isn’t a patch on him for temper.” “Temper!” I exclaimed.<|quote|>“He is always so quiet and pleasant.”</|quote|>“Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow with a | and wouldn’t be stingy either. You’ll never get a better man. Don’t you be put out of the running so cheaply: hold your own and win, that’s my advice to you. There is nothing against him, only temper—old Nick himself isn’t a patch on him for temper.” “Temper!” I exclaimed.<|quote|>“He is always so quiet and pleasant.”<... | only natural, and just what I’d expect. I’ve known him since he was born, and he’s a good all-round fellow. His head is screwed on the right way, his heart is in the right place, and his principles are tip-top. He could give you fal-de-rals and rubbish to no end, and wouldn’t be stingy either. You’ll never get a better... | in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I’ve seen the game you and Harry have been up to this last month. ... | to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn ... | by no means the manners of a lady; while aunt Helen ventured a wish that I might expend all my superfluous spirits on the way, so that I would be enabled to deport myself with a little decorum when arrived at the racecourse. We went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clamberin... | soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow with a will like iron, and that is what you want, as I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is ea... | Uncle Julius | always so quiet and pleasant.”<|quote|>“Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow with a will like iron, and that is what you want, as I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempe... | “Temper!” I exclaimed. “He is always so quiet and pleasant.”<|quote|>“Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow with a will like iron, and that is what you want, as I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, wh... | get a better man. Don’t you be put out of the running so cheaply: hold your own and win, that’s my advice to you. There is nothing against him, only temper—old Nick himself isn’t a patch on him for temper.” “Temper!” I exclaimed. “He is always so quiet and pleasant.”<|quote|>“Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow wit... | I’ve known him since he was born, and he’s a good all-round fellow. His head is screwed on the right way, his heart is in the right place, and his principles are tip-top. He could give you fal-de-rals and rubbish to no end, and wouldn’t be stingy either. You’ll never get a better man. Don’t you be put out of the runnin... | your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I’ve seen the game you and Harry have been up to this last month. If it had been any other man, ... | me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wante... | lady; while aunt Helen ventured a wish that I might expend all my superfluous spirits on the way, so that I would be enabled to deport myself with a little decorum when arrived at the racecourse. We went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clambering trees, eyed us unblinkingly... | your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I... | My Brilliant Career |
“Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You seem to think I have more than a friendly regard for Mr Beecham, but I have not. I would not marry him even if I could. I am so sick of every one thinking I would marry any man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for ... | Sybylla Melvyn | in and coaxing a little.”<|quote|>“Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You seem to think I have more than a friendly regard for Mr Beecham, but I have not. I would not marry him even if I could. I am so sick of every one thinking I would marry any man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a k... | if you don’t mind giving in and coaxing a little.”<|quote|>“Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You seem to think I have more than a friendly regard for Mr Beecham, but I have not. I would not marry him even if I could. I am so sick of every one thinking I would marry any man for his possessions. I wou... | be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is easy managed, if you don’t mind giving in and coaxing a little.”<|quote|>“Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You see... | only temper—old Nick himself isn’t a patch on him for temper.” “Temper!” I exclaimed. “He is always so quiet and pleasant.” “Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow with a will like iron, and that is what you want, as I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lio... | your crammers. There is no harm in being a bit gone on Harry. It’s only natural, and just what I’d expect. I’ve known him since he was born, and he’s a good all-round fellow. His head is screwed on the right way, his heart is in the right place, and his principles are tip-top. He could give you fal-de-rals and rubbish ... | ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the other, and we went... | as far away in the background. “Please, uncle, let me drive,” I requested. “Couldn’t now. Your grannie can’t sit in the back-seat—neither could I—and look like a tame cockatoo while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he’ll consent; he’s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We’re sur... | without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I ca... | My Brilliant Career |
“No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further orders. That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.” | Uncle Julius | that I may be independent.”<|quote|>“No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further orders. That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.”</|quote|>With this I had to | me all my life, so that I may be independent.”<|quote|>“No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further orders. That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.”</|quote|>With this I had to be contented, as I saw | man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life, so that I may be independent.”<|quote|>“No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion til... | Beecham, but I have not. I would not marry him even if I could. I am so sick of every one thinking I would marry any man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money ... | it well. He’s a fellow with a will like iron, and that is what you want, as I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is easy managed, if you... | have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I’ve seen the game you and Harry have been up to this last month. If it had been any other man, I would have r... | “Shall I pull up and get you a seat?” inquired uncle Jay-Jay. “No, no, no.” The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease: “Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don’t you funk; I’ll see that you hav... | have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I’ve seen the game you and Harry have been up to this last month. If it had been any other man, I would have r... | My Brilliant Career |
With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum of mine. He had a... | No speaker | last you a goodish while.”<|quote|>With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos,... | That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.”<|quote|>With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, ... | other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life, so that I may be independent.” “No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further orders. That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.”<|quote|>With this I had to be contented, as I saw he ... | marry any man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me a... | own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is easy managed, if you don’t mind giving in and coaxing a little.” “Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You se... | said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I’ve seen the game you and Harry have been up to this last month. If it had been any other man, I would have restricted your capers long ago.” “Uncle—” I began. “Now, Sybylla, none of your crammers. There is no harm in being a bit... | the road, and when we had passed uncle began to tease: “Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman’s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don’t you funk; I’ll see that you have a fair show. I’ll get you a regular cart-wheel next time I go to town, and we’ll trim it up with some of old Barney... | Harry have been up to this last month. If it had been any other man, I would have restricted your capers long ago.” “Uncle—” I began. “Now, Sybylla, none of your crammers. There is no harm in being a bit gone on Harry. It’s only natural, and just what I’d expect. I’ve known him since he was born, and he’s a good all-ro... | My Brilliant Career |
“Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” | Harold Beecham | book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice.<|quote|>“Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.”</|quote|>“How do you do, Mr | of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice.<|quote|>“Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.”</|quote|>“How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going | got on together like one o’clock. We sat on a log under a stringybark-tree and discussed the books we had read since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice.<|quote|>“Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your gr... | went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum of mine. He had a taste for literature, and we got on together like one o’clock. We sat on a log under a stringybark-t... | to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life, so that I may be independent.” “No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion ti... | get a better man. Don’t you be put out of the running so cheaply: hold your own and win, that’s my advice to you. There is nothing against him, only temper—old Nick himself isn’t a patch on him for temper.” “Temper!” I exclaimed. “He is always so quiet and pleasant.” “Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow with a will... | assisted his carriageful of ladies to set foot on the ground. Aunt Helen and grannie went to talk to them, but I stayed with uncle Jay-Jay while he took the horses out. Somehow I was feeling very disappointed. I had expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately... | I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is easy managed, if you don’t mind giving in and coaxing a little.” “Now, uncle, you have had your ... | My Brilliant Career |
“How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” | Sybylla Melvyn | some of the tucker bags.”<|quote|>“How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?”</|quote|>“Over in that clump of | who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.”<|quote|>“How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?”</|quote|>“Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in | or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.”<|quote|>“How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going t... | a great chum of mine. He had a taste for literature, and we got on together like one o’clock. We sat on a log under a stringybark-tree and discussed the books we had read since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold B... | do, a profession that will last me all my life, so that I may be independent.” “No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further orders. That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.” With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and w... | him for temper.” “Temper!” I exclaimed. “He is always so quiet and pleasant.” “Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow with a will like iron, and that is what you want, as I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking ... | disappointed. I had expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I t... | any man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Over in that clump of box-trees,” | Harold Beecham | they going to have lunch?”<|quote|>“Over in that clump of box-trees,”</|quote|>he replied, pointing in the | do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?”<|quote|>“Over in that clump of box-trees,”</|quote|>he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise | “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?”<|quote|>“Over in that clump of box-trees,”</|quote|>he replied, pointing... | got on together like one o’clock. We sat on a log under a stringybark-tree and discussed the books we had read since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie ha... | may be independent.” “No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further orders. That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.” With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the othe... | “Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow with a will like iron, and that is what you want, as I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is ea... | me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wante... | he was born, and he’s a good all-round fellow. His head is screwed on the right way, his heart is in the right place, and his principles are tip-top. He could give you fal-de-rals and rubbish to no end, and wouldn’t be stingy either. You’ll never get a better man. Don’t you be put out of the running so cheaply: hold yo... | My Brilliant Career |
he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance. | No speaker | in that clump of box-trees,”<|quote|>he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance.</|quote|>“How are you enjoying yourself?” | going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,”<|quote|>he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance.</|quote|>“How are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking straight at | grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,”<|quote|>he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a goo... | We sat on a log under a stringybark-tree and discussed the books we had read since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as w... | a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further orders. That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.” With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of ... | a fellow with a will like iron, and that is what you want, as I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is easy managed, if you don’t mind gi... | met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I c... | of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life, so that I may be independent.” “No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further orders. That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.” With t... | My Brilliant Career |
“How are you enjoying yourself?” | Harold Beecham | rise at a good distance.<|quote|>“How are you enjoying yourself?”</|quote|>he asked, looking straight at | the direction of a little rise at a good distance.<|quote|>“How are you enjoying yourself?”</|quote|>he asked, looking straight at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I | it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance.<|quote|>“How are you enjoying yourself?”</|quote|>he asked, lookin... | read since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the ... | that will last you a goodish while.” With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroo... | I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is easy managed, if you don’t mind giving in and coaxing a little.” “Now, uncle, you have had your ... | exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated ... | may be independent.” “No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further orders. That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.” With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the othe... | My Brilliant Career |
he asked, looking straight at me. | No speaker | “How are you enjoying yourself?”<|quote|>he asked, looking straight at me.</|quote|>“Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied. | rise at a good distance. “How are you enjoying yourself?”<|quote|>he asked, looking straight at me.</|quote|>“Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied. “I suppose you know the | only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance. “How are you enjoying yourself?”<|quote|>he asked, looking straight at me.</|quote|>“Trem... | and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucke... | goodish while.” With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum o... | of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is easy managed, if you don’t mind giving in and coaxing a little.” “Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine... | would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle... | further orders. That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.” With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Treminjous intoirely, sor,” | Sybylla Melvyn | asked, looking straight at me.<|quote|>“Treminjous intoirely, sor,”</|quote|>I replied. “I suppose you | are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking straight at me.<|quote|>“Treminjous intoirely, sor,”</|quote|>I replied. “I suppose you know the winner of every | of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance. “How are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking straight at me.<|quote|>“Treminjous intoirely, sor,”</|quote|>I r... | we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham... | to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum of mine. He had a taste for litera... | of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is easy managed, if you don’t mind giving in and coaxing a little.” “Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You seem to think I have m... | of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I ... | a goodish while.” With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum... | My Brilliant Career |
I replied. | No speaker | at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,”<|quote|>I replied.</|quote|>“I suppose you know the | yourself?” he asked, looking straight at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,”<|quote|>I replied.</|quote|>“I suppose you know the winner of every race,” he | the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance. “How are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking straight at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,”<|quote|>I replied.</|quote|>“I ... | about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they... | as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum of mine. He had a taste for literature, and we got ... | in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is easy managed, if you don’t mind giving in and coaxing a little.” “Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You seem to think I have more than a friend... | the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d l... | patch on him for temper.” “Temper!” I exclaimed. “He is always so quiet and pleasant.” “Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow with a will like iron, and that is what you want, as I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a... | My Brilliant Career |
“I suppose you know the winner of every race,” | Harold Beecham | “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied.<|quote|>“I suppose you know the winner of every race,”</|quote|>he remarked, quizzically watching Joe | asked, looking straight at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied.<|quote|>“I suppose you know the winner of every race,”</|quote|>he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and | bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance. “How are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking straight at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied.<|quote|>“I suppose you know the... | races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to ... | saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum of mine. He had a taste for literature, and we got on to... | temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is easy managed, if you don’t mind giving in and coaxing a little.” “Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You seem to think I have more than a friendly re... | things promised to be somewhat flat without him. “I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to ha... | never get a better man. Don’t you be put out of the running so cheaply: hold your own and win, that’s my advice to you. There is nothing against him, only temper—old Nick himself isn’t a patch on him for temper.” “Temper!” I exclaimed. “He is always so quiet and pleasant.” “Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow with ... | My Brilliant Career |
he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter. | No speaker | the winner of every race,”<|quote|>he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter.</|quote|>“Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer | replied. “I suppose you know the winner of every race,”<|quote|>he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter.</|quote|>“Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so | they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance. “How are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking straight at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied. “I suppose you know the winner of every race,”<|quote|>he remarked, quizzica... | book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” ... | joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum of mine. He had a taste for literature, and we got on together like one o’clock. We sat on a lo... | his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is easy managed, if you don’t mind giving in and coaxing a little.” “Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You seem to think I have more than a friendly regard for Mr Beecham, but I have not. I woul... | told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived. I wanted him to water the horses, but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water t... | king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life, so that I may be independent.” “No mistake, you’re a... | My Brilliant Career |
“Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” | Sybylla Melvyn | enjoyment of an illicit love-letter.<|quote|>“Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,”</|quote|>I returned. “You’d better see | schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter.<|quote|>“Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,”</|quote|>I returned. “You’d better see where old Boxer is. He | distance. “How are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking straight at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied. “I suppose you know the winner of every race,” he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter.<|quote|... | and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance. “How are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking straight at... | of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum of mine. He had a taste for literature, and we got on together like one o’clock. We sat on a log under a stringybark-tree and discussed the books we had read since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we ... | if you don’t mind giving in and coaxing a little.” “Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You seem to think I have more than a friendly regard for Mr Beecham, but I have not. I would not marry him even if I could. I am so sick of every one thinking I would marry any man for his possessions. I would not s... | but I can’t see him anywhere—the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!” ejaculated uncle Julius. “Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he’d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll... | his heart is in the right place, and his principles are tip-top. He could give you fal-de-rals and rubbish to no end, and wouldn’t be stingy either. You’ll never get a better man. Don’t you be put out of the running so cheaply: hold your own and win, that’s my advice to you. There is nothing against him, only temper—ol... | My Brilliant Career |
I returned. | No speaker | as a race at all,”<|quote|>I returned.</|quote|>“You’d better see where old | there was such a thing as a race at all,”<|quote|>I returned.</|quote|>“You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick | remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter. “Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,”<|quote|>I returned.</|quote|>“You’d b... | going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance. “How are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking straight at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied. “I suppose you know the winner of every race,” he remarked, quizzically watching ... | for literature, and we got on together like one o’clock. We sat on a log under a stringybark-tree and discussed the books we had read since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melv... | more than a friendly regard for Mr Beecham, but I have not. I would not marry him even if I could. I am so sick of every one thinking I would marry any man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry... | time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of... | contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum of mine. He had a taste for literature, ... | My Brilliant Career |
“You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” | Harold Beecham | race at all,” I returned.<|quote|>“You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,”</|quote|>he said, turning to his | such a thing as a race at all,” I returned.<|quote|>“You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,”</|quote|>he said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen," I | watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter. “Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” I returned.<|quote|>“You’d better see where old Boxer is. H... | have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance. “How are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking straight at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied. “I suppose you know the winner of every race,” he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Arche... | and we got on together like one o’clock. We sat on a log under a stringybark-tree and discussed the books we had read since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your gra... | a friendly regard for Mr Beecham, but I have not. I would not marry him even if I could. I am so sick of every one thinking I would marry any man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead ... | spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses.” “That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don’t pay him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, a... | went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum of mine. He had a taste for literature, and we got on together like one o’clock. We sat on a log under a stringybark-t... | My Brilliant Career |
he said, turning to his jackeroo. | No speaker | don’t keep a sharp look-out,”<|quote|>he said, turning to his jackeroo.</|quote|>"Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed. | the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,”<|quote|>he said, turning to his jackeroo.</|quote|>"Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed. “I want Mr Archer to | Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” I returned. “You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,”<|quote|>he said, turning to his jackeroo.</|quote|>"Ladies before ... | “How are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking straight at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied. “I suppose you know the winner of every race,” he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter. “Really, Mr Beech... | read since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the ... | sick of every one thinking I would marry any man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to d... | him to let you water the horses. I’ll water ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy ... | I will have mine. You seem to think I have more than a friendly regard for Mr Beecham, but I have not. I would not marry him even if I could. I am so sick of every one thinking I would marry any man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn a... | My Brilliant Career |
"Ladies before gentlemen," | Sybylla Melvyn | said, turning to his jackeroo.<|quote|>"Ladies before gentlemen,"</|quote|>I interposed. “I want Mr | keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo.<|quote|>"Ladies before gentlemen,"</|quote|>I interposed. “I want Mr Archer to take me to | have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” I returned. “You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo.<|quote|>"Ladies before gentlemen,"</|quote|>I interposed. “I... | asked, looking straight at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied. “I suppose you know the winner of every race,” he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter. “Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so int... | enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker ba... | would marry any man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will las... | horses. I’ll water ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” h... | nothing against him, only temper—old Nick himself isn’t a patch on him for temper.” “Temper!” I exclaimed. “He is always so quiet and pleasant.” “Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow with a will like iron, and that is what you want, as I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He... | My Brilliant Career |
I interposed. | No speaker | his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen,"<|quote|>I interposed.</|quote|>“I want Mr Archer to | look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen,"<|quote|>I interposed.</|quote|>“I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then | interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” I returned. “You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen,"<|quote|>I interposed.</|quote|>“I want Mr Arch... | at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied. “I suppose you know the winner of every race,” he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter. “Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves tha... | much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, ... | man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life... | ’em myself.” He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a... | be put out of the running so cheaply: hold your own and win, that’s my advice to you. There is nothing against him, only temper—old Nick himself isn’t a patch on him for temper.” “Temper!” I exclaimed. “He is always so quiet and pleasant.” “Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow with a will like iron, and that is what... | My Brilliant Career |
“I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer.” | Sybylla Melvyn | "Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed.<|quote|>“I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer.”</|quote|>“I’ll escort you,” said Beecham. | said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed.<|quote|>“I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer.”</|quote|>“I’ll escort you,” said Beecham. “Thank you, but I have | ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” I returned. “You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed.<|quote|>“I want Mr Archer to take me to granni... | “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied. “I suppose you know the winner of every race,” he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter. “Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we qu... | we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham... | his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life, so tha... | He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous ... | have more than a friendly regard for Mr Beecham, but I have not. I would not marry him even if I could. I am so sick of every one thinking I would marry any man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to ... | My Brilliant Career |
“I’ll escort you,” | Harold Beecham | and look after old Boxer.”<|quote|>“I’ll escort you,”</|quote|>said Beecham. “Thank you, but | grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer.”<|quote|>“I’ll escort you,”</|quote|>said Beecham. “Thank you, but I have requested Mr Archer | better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed. “I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer.”<|quote|>“I’ll escort you,”</|quote|>said Beecham. “Than... | Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter. “Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” I returned. “You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some... | voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the di... | trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life, so that I may be independent.” “No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my compa... | hundred yards away. “You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyon... | can be my companion till further orders. That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.” With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in... | My Brilliant Career |
said Beecham. | No speaker | old Boxer.” “I’ll escort you,”<|quote|>said Beecham.</|quote|>“Thank you, but I have | can go and look after old Boxer.” “I’ll escort you,”<|quote|>said Beecham.</|quote|>“Thank you, but I have requested Mr Archer to do | old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed. “I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer.” “I’ll escort you,”<|quote|>said Beecham.</|quote|>“Thank you, but I have... | was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter. “Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” I returned. “You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other ho... | Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little... | a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life, so that I may be independent.” “No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till furt... | “You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of... | I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life, so that I may be independent.” “No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further ord... | My Brilliant Career |
“Thank you, but I have requested Mr Archer to do so.” | Sybylla Melvyn | “I’ll escort you,” said Beecham.<|quote|>“Thank you, but I have requested Mr Archer to do so.”</|quote|>“In that case, I beg | and look after old Boxer.” “I’ll escort you,” said Beecham.<|quote|>“Thank you, but I have requested Mr Archer to do so.”</|quote|>“In that case, I beg your pardon, and will attend | is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed. “I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer.” “I’ll escort you,” said Beecham.<|quote|>“Thank you, but I have requested Mr Arche... | and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter. “Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” I returned. “You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you d... | but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a go... | I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life, so that I may be independent.” “No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further ord... | along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I’ll go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob... | trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life, so that I may be independent.” “No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my compa... | My Brilliant Career |
“In that case, I beg your pardon, and will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request.” | Harold Beecham | Mr Archer to do so.”<|quote|>“In that case, I beg your pardon, and will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request.”</|quote|>Raising his hat he walked | you, but I have requested Mr Archer to do so.”<|quote|>“In that case, I beg your pardon, and will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request.”</|quote|>Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious | don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed. “I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer.” “I’ll escort you,” said Beecham. “Thank you, but I have requested Mr Archer to do so.”<|quote|>“In that case, I beg your pardon, and... | of an illicit love-letter. “Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” I returned. “You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jacker... | want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance. “How are you enjoying yourself?” he asked,... | marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life, so that I may be independent.” “No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further orders. That’s a profession that will last you a goodish... | go by myself,” said uncle, but I kept on with the horse. “You mustn’t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bos... | would marry any man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will las... | My Brilliant Career |
Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face. | No speaker | Joe does as you request.”<|quote|>Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face.</|quote|>“By Jove, I’m in for | will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request.”<|quote|>Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face.</|quote|>“By Jove, I’m in for it!” ejaculated my escort. “The | Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer.” “I’ll escort you,” said Beecham. “Thank you, but I have requested Mr Archer to do so.” “In that case, I beg your pardon, and will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request.”<|quote|>Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expre... | we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” I returned. “You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed. “I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and l... | of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance. “How are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking straight at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied. “I suppose you kn... | get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life, so that I may be independent.” “No mistake, you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further orders. That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.” With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke.... | destroy your hopes altogether,” he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t decei... | “He is always so quiet and pleasant.” “Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow with a will like iron, and that is what you want, as I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all temper... | My Brilliant Career |
ejaculated my escort. | No speaker | Jove, I’m in for it!”<|quote|>ejaculated my escort.</|quote|>“The boss doesn’t get that | his usually pleasant face. “By Jove, I’m in for it!”<|quote|>ejaculated my escort.</|quote|>“The boss doesn’t get that expression on his face for | you, but I have requested Mr Archer to do so.” “In that case, I beg your pardon, and will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request.” Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face. “By Jove, I’m in for it!”<|quote|>ejaculated my escort.</|quote|>“The boss doesn’t get ... | He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed. “I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer.” “I’ll escort you,” said Beecham. “Thank you, but I have requested Mr Archer to do so.”... | box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance. “How are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking straight at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied. “I suppose you know the winner of every race,” he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as... | you’re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further orders. That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.” With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quar... | better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob.” “I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier,” I said stiffly. “Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can’t deceive me. I’ve seen the game you and Harry have been up to this last month. If it had been any other man, I would have restrict... | if you don’t mind giving in and coaxing a little.” “Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You seem to think I have more than a friendly regard for Mr Beecham, but I have not. I would not marry him even if I could. I am so sick of every one thinking I would marry any man for his possessions. I would not s... | My Brilliant Career |
“Go on!” | Sybylla Melvyn | me from here to Yabtree.”<|quote|>“Go on!”</|quote|>“It’s a fact. He did | of the neck and kick me from here to Yabtree.”<|quote|>“Go on!”</|quote|>“It’s a fact. He did not believe in me not | on his usually pleasant face. “By Jove, I’m in for it!” ejaculated my escort. “The boss doesn’t get that expression on his face for nothing. You take my tip for it, he felt inclined to seize me by the scruff of the neck and kick me from here to Yabtree.”<|quote|>“Go on!”</|quote|>“It’s a fact. He did not believe in me ... | and look after old Boxer.” “I’ll escort you,” said Beecham. “Thank you, but I have requested Mr Archer to do so.” “In that case, I beg your pardon, and will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request.” Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face. “By Jove, I’m in for... | race,” he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter. “Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” I returned. “You’d better s... | a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum of mine. He had a taste for literature, and we got on together like one o’clock. We sat on a ... | seen the game you and Harry have been up to this last month. If it had been any other man, I would have restricted your capers long ago.” “Uncle—” I began. “Now, Sybylla, none of your crammers. There is no harm in being a bit gone on Harry. It’s only natural, and just what I’d expect. I’ve known him since he was born, ... | the winner of every race,” he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter. “Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” I retur... | My Brilliant Career |
“Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,” | Sybylla Melvyn | trot off quick and lively.”<|quote|>“Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,”</|quote|>I replied. “That’s where it | take their beds up and trot off quick and lively.”<|quote|>“Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,”</|quote|>I replied. “That’s where it is. He would not have | me from here to Yabtree.” “Go on!” “It’s a fact. He did not believe in me not going to do his bidding immediately. He has a roaring derry on disobedience. Everyone has to obey him like winkie or they can take their beds up and trot off quick and lively.”<|quote|>“Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause o... | away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face. “By Jove, I’m in for it!” ejaculated my escort. “The boss doesn’t get that expression on his face for nothing. You take my tip for it, he felt inclined to seize me by the scruff of the neck and kick me from here to Yabtree.” “Go on!” “It’s a fact. He did not ... | a thing as a race at all,” I returned. “You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed. “I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer.” “I’ll esc... | chum of mine. He had a taste for literature, and we got on together like one o’clock. We sat on a log under a stringybark-tree and discussed the books we had read since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s... | gone on Harry. It’s only natural, and just what I’d expect. I’ve known him since he was born, and he’s a good all-round fellow. His head is screwed on the right way, his heart is in the right place, and his principles are tip-top. He could give you fal-de-rals and rubbish to no end, and wouldn’t be stingy either. You’l... | of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum of mine. He had a taste for literature, and we got on together like one o’clock. We sat on a log under a stringybark-tree and discussed the books we had read since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until reca... | My Brilliant Career |
I replied. | No speaker | the cause of your disobedience,”<|quote|>I replied.</|quote|>“That’s where it is. He | sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,”<|quote|>I replied.</|quote|>“That’s where it is. He would not have cared had | in me not going to do his bidding immediately. He has a roaring derry on disobedience. Everyone has to obey him like winkie or they can take their beds up and trot off quick and lively.” “Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,”<|quote|>I replied.</|quote|>“That’s where it is. He wo... | for it!” ejaculated my escort. “The boss doesn’t get that expression on his face for nothing. You take my tip for it, he felt inclined to seize me by the scruff of the neck and kick me from here to Yabtree.” “Go on!” “It’s a fact. He did not believe in me not going to do his bidding immediately. He has a roaring derry ... | Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed. “I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer.” “I’ll escort you,” said Beecham. “Thank you, but I have requested Mr Archer ... | like one o’clock. We sat on a log under a stringybark-tree and discussed the books we had read since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned m... | since he was born, and he’s a good all-round fellow. His head is screwed on the right way, his heart is in the right place, and his principles are tip-top. He could give you fal-de-rals and rubbish to no end, and wouldn’t be stingy either. You’ll never get a better man. Don’t you be put out of the running so cheaply: h... | love-letter. “Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” I returned. “You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies be... | My Brilliant Career |
“Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter aside, is Mr Beecham really bad-tempered?” | Sybylla Melvyn | a pretty hot member sometimes.”<|quote|>“Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter aside, is Mr Beecham really bad-tempered?”</|quote|>“Bad-tempered is a tame name | to manage him. He is a pretty hot member sometimes.”<|quote|>“Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter aside, is Mr Beecham really bad-tempered?”</|quote|>“Bad-tempered is a tame name for it. You should have | the cause of your disobedience,” I replied. “That’s where it is. He would not have cared had it been some other lady, but he gets mad if any one dares to monopolize you. I don’t know how you are going to manage him. He is a pretty hot member sometimes.”<|quote|>“Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter as... | fact. He did not believe in me not going to do his bidding immediately. He has a roaring derry on disobedience. Everyone has to obey him like winkie or they can take their beds up and trot off quick and lively.” “Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,” I replied. “That’s where it i... | Boxer.” “I’ll escort you,” said Beecham. “Thank you, but I have requested Mr Archer to do so.” “In that case, I beg your pardon, and will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request.” Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face. “By Jove, I’m in for it!” ejaculated my... | Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing... | You’ll never get a better man. Don’t you be put out of the running so cheaply: hold your own and win, that’s my advice to you. There is nothing against him, only temper—old Nick himself isn’t a patch on him for temper.” “Temper!” I exclaimed. “He is always so quiet and pleasant.” “Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fello... | That’s a profession that will last you a goodish while.” With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of t... | My Brilliant Career |
I was always hearing of Harold Beecham’s temper, and wished I could see a little of it. He was always so imperturbably calm, and unfailingly good-tempered under the most trying circumstances, that I feared he had no emotions in him, and longed to stir him up. Grannie greeted me with, | No speaker | Benson. He just did perform.”<|quote|>I was always hearing of Harold Beecham’s temper, and wished I could see a little of it. He was always so imperturbably calm, and unfailingly good-tempered under the most trying circumstances, that I feared he had no emotions in him, and longed to stir him up. Grannie greeted me wi... | the other day with old Benson. He just did perform.”<|quote|>I was always hearing of Harold Beecham’s temper, and wished I could see a little of it. He was always so imperturbably calm, and unfailingly good-tempered under the most trying circumstances, that I feared he had no emotions in him, and longed to stir him up.... | to manage him. He is a pretty hot member sometimes.” “Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter aside, is Mr Beecham really bad-tempered?” “Bad-tempered is a tame name for it. You should have seen the dust he raised the other day with old Benson. He just did perform.”<|quote|>I was always hearing of Harold... | lively.” “Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,” I replied. “That’s where it is. He would not have cared had it been some other lady, but he gets mad if any one dares to monopolize you. I don’t know how you are going to manage him. He is a pretty hot member sometimes.” “Mr Archer,... | swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face. “By Jove, I’m in for it!” ejaculated my escort. “The boss doesn’t get that expression on his face for nothing. You take my tip for it, he felt inclined to seize me by the scruff of the neck and kick me from here to Yabtree.” “Go on!” “It’s a fact. He ... | do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance. “How are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking straight at me. “Treminjous intoirely, sor,” I replied. “I suppose you know the winner of every rac... | for temper.” “Temper!” I exclaimed. “He is always so quiet and pleasant.” “Yes, he controls it well. He’s a fellow with a will like iron, and that is what you want, as I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brut... | to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed. “I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer.” “I’ll escort you,” said Beecham. “Thank you, but I have requested Mr Archer to do so.” “In that case, I beg your pardon, and will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request.” R... | My Brilliant Career |
“Sybylla, you are such a tiresome girl. I don’t know how you have packed these hampers, and we want to have lunch. Where on earth have you been?” | Mrs. Bossier | up. Grannie greeted me with,<|quote|>“Sybylla, you are such a tiresome girl. I don’t know how you have packed these hampers, and we want to have lunch. Where on earth have you been?”</|quote|>Miss Augusta Beecham saluted me | and longed to stir him up. Grannie greeted me with,<|quote|>“Sybylla, you are such a tiresome girl. I don’t know how you have packed these hampers, and we want to have lunch. Where on earth have you been?”</|quote|>Miss Augusta Beecham saluted me warmly with a kiss, and | I was always hearing of Harold Beecham’s temper, and wished I could see a little of it. He was always so imperturbably calm, and unfailingly good-tempered under the most trying circumstances, that I feared he had no emotions in him, and longed to stir him up. Grannie greeted me with,<|quote|>“Sybylla, you are such a t... | to manage him. He is a pretty hot member sometimes.” “Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter aside, is Mr Beecham really bad-tempered?” “Bad-tempered is a tame name for it. You should have seen the dust he raised the other day with old Benson. He just did perform.” I was always hearing of Harold Beecham... | kick me from here to Yabtree.” “Go on!” “It’s a fact. He did not believe in me not going to do his bidding immediately. He has a roaring derry on disobedience. Everyone has to obey him like winkie or they can take their beds up and trot off quick and lively.” “Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of y... | you know the winner of every race,” he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter. “Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,... | is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is easy managed, if you don’t mind giving in and coaxing a little.” “Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You seem to think I have more than a friendly regard for Mr... | do so.” “In that case, I beg your pardon, and will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request.” Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face. “By Jove, I’m in for it!” ejaculated my escort. “The boss doesn’t get that expression on his face for nothing. You take my tip... | My Brilliant Career |
Miss Augusta Beecham saluted me warmly with a kiss, and presented me to her sister Sarah, who also embraced me. I went through an introduction to several ladies and gentlemen, greeted my acquaintances, and then set to work in dead earnest to get our provisions laid out—the Five-Bob Downs party had theirs in readiness. ... | No speaker | on earth have you been?”<|quote|>Miss Augusta Beecham saluted me warmly with a kiss, and presented me to her sister Sarah, who also embraced me. I went through an introduction to several ladies and gentlemen, greeted my acquaintances, and then set to work in dead earnest to get our provisions laid out—the Five-Bob Down... | want to have lunch. Where on earth have you been?”<|quote|>Miss Augusta Beecham saluted me warmly with a kiss, and presented me to her sister Sarah, who also embraced me. I went through an introduction to several ladies and gentlemen, greeted my acquaintances, and then set to work in dead earnest to get our provisions ... | most trying circumstances, that I feared he had no emotions in him, and longed to stir him up. Grannie greeted me with, “Sybylla, you are such a tiresome girl. I don’t know how you have packed these hampers, and we want to have lunch. Where on earth have you been?”<|quote|>Miss Augusta Beecham saluted me warmly with a ... | tame name for it. You should have seen the dust he raised the other day with old Benson. He just did perform.” I was always hearing of Harold Beecham’s temper, and wished I could see a little of it. He was always so imperturbably calm, and unfailingly good-tempered under the most trying circumstances, that I feared he ... | derry on disobedience. Everyone has to obey him like winkie or they can take their beds up and trot off quick and lively.” “Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,” I replied. “That’s where it is. He would not have cared had it been some other lady, but he gets mad if any one dares ... | an illicit love-letter. “Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,” I returned. “You’d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo.... | is easy managed, if you don’t mind giving in and coaxing a little.” “Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You seem to think I have more than a friendly regard for Mr Beecham, but I have not. I would not marry him even if I could. I am so sick of every one thinking I would marry any man for his possessio... | see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don’t keep a sharp look-out,” he said, turning to his jackeroo. "Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed. “I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer.” “I’ll escort you,” said Beecham. “Thank you, but I have reques... | My Brilliant Career |
“Was she really very handsome?” | Sybylla Melvyn | cap determinedly at his boss.<|quote|>“Was she really very handsome?”</|quote|>I inquired. “By Jove, yes!” | before, and was setting her cap determinedly at his boss.<|quote|>“Was she really very handsome?”</|quote|>I inquired. “By Jove, yes!” he replied. “But one of | a dainty parasol. In the afternoon she strolled away with him, and after I had attended to the remains of the feast, I took Joe Archer in tow. He informed me that Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three days before, and was setting her cap determinedly at his boss.<|quote|>“Was she really very handsome?”</|quote|>I ... | but I did not get an opportunity of doing so. In the hurry to attend on the party, I missed the honour of an introduction, and when I was at leisure she was sitting at some distance on a log, Harold Beecham shading her in a most religious manner with a dainty parasol. In the afternoon she strolled away with him, and af... | had theirs in readiness. Needless to say, we were combining forces. I had my work completed when Mr Beecham appeared upon the scene with two young ladies. One was a bright-faced little brunette, and the other a tall light blonde, whom, on account of her much trimmed hat, I recognized as the lady who had been sitting on... | been some other lady, but he gets mad if any one dares to monopolize you. I don’t know how you are going to manage him. He is a pretty hot member sometimes.” “Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter aside, is Mr Beecham really bad-tempered?” “Bad-tempered is a tame name for it. You should have seen the d... | the books we had read since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only o... | and presented me to her sister Sarah, who also embraced me. I went through an introduction to several ladies and gentlemen, greeted my acquaintances, and then set to work in dead earnest to get our provisions laid out—the Five-Bob Downs party had theirs in readiness. Needless to say, we were combining forces. I had my ... | My Brilliant Career |
I inquired. | No speaker | “Was she really very handsome?”<|quote|>I inquired.</|quote|>“By Jove, yes!” he replied. | cap determinedly at his boss. “Was she really very handsome?”<|quote|>I inquired.</|quote|>“By Jove, yes!” he replied. “But one of your disdainful | afternoon she strolled away with him, and after I had attended to the remains of the feast, I took Joe Archer in tow. He informed me that Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three days before, and was setting her cap determinedly at his boss. “Was she really very handsome?”<|quote|>I inquired.</|quote|>“By Jove, yes!”... | an opportunity of doing so. In the hurry to attend on the party, I missed the honour of an introduction, and when I was at leisure she was sitting at some distance on a log, Harold Beecham shading her in a most religious manner with a dainty parasol. In the afternoon she strolled away with him, and after I had attended... | to say, we were combining forces. I had my work completed when Mr Beecham appeared upon the scene with two young ladies. One was a bright-faced little brunette, and the other a tall light blonde, whom, on account of her much trimmed hat, I recognized as the lady who had been sitting on the box-seat of the Beecham drag ... | he gets mad if any one dares to monopolize you. I don’t know how you are going to manage him. He is a pretty hot member sometimes.” “Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter aside, is Mr Beecham really bad-tempered?” “Bad-tempered is a tame name for it. You should have seen the dust he raised the other da... | since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run o... | go and look after old Boxer.” “I’ll escort you,” said Beecham. “Thank you, but I have requested Mr Archer to do so.” “In that case, I beg your pardon, and will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request.” Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face. “By Jove, I’m in ... | My Brilliant Career |
he replied. | No speaker | I inquired. “By Jove, yes!”<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>“But one of your disdainful | “Was she really very handsome?” I inquired. “By Jove, yes!”<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>“But one of your disdainful haughty beauties, who wouldn’t deign | him, and after I had attended to the remains of the feast, I took Joe Archer in tow. He informed me that Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three days before, and was setting her cap determinedly at his boss. “Was she really very handsome?” I inquired. “By Jove, yes!”<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>“But one of your dis... | In the hurry to attend on the party, I missed the honour of an introduction, and when I was at leisure she was sitting at some distance on a log, Harold Beecham shading her in a most religious manner with a dainty parasol. In the afternoon she strolled away with him, and after I had attended to the remains of the feast... | forces. I had my work completed when Mr Beecham appeared upon the scene with two young ladies. One was a bright-faced little brunette, and the other a tall light blonde, whom, on account of her much trimmed hat, I recognized as the lady who had been sitting on the box-seat of the Beecham drag that morning. Joe Archer i... | one dares to monopolize you. I don’t know how you are going to manage him. He is a pretty hot member sometimes.” “Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter aside, is Mr Beecham really bad-tempered?” “Bad-tempered is a tame name for it. You should have seen the dust he raised the other day with old Benson. ... | enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham’s voice. “Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker ba... | me warmly with a kiss, and presented me to her sister Sarah, who also embraced me. I went through an introduction to several ladies and gentlemen, greeted my acquaintances, and then set to work in dead earnest to get our provisions laid out—the Five-Bob Downs party had theirs in readiness. Needless to say, we were comb... | My Brilliant Career |
I don’t know why I took no interest in the races. I knew nearly all the horses running. Some of them were uncle’s; though he never raced horses himself, he kept some swift stock which he lent to his men for the occasion. Of more interest to me than the races was the pair strolling at a distance. They were fit for an a... | No speaker | or seven thousand a year.”<|quote|>I don’t know why I took no interest in the races. I knew nearly all the horses running. Some of them were uncle’s; though he never raced horses himself, he kept some swift stock which he lent to his men for the occasion. Of more interest to me than the races was the pair strolling at... | chap with less than six or seven thousand a year.”<|quote|>I don’t know why I took no interest in the races. I knew nearly all the horses running. Some of them were uncle’s; though he never raced horses himself, he kept some swift stock which he lent to his men for the occasion. Of more interest to me than the races w... | Five-Bob three days before, and was setting her cap determinedly at his boss. “Was she really very handsome?” I inquired. “By Jove, yes!” he replied. “But one of your disdainful haughty beauties, who wouldn’t deign to say good-day to a chap with less than six or seven thousand a year.”<|quote|>I don’t know why I took n... | on a log, Harold Beecham shading her in a most religious manner with a dainty parasol. In the afternoon she strolled away with him, and after I had attended to the remains of the feast, I took Joe Archer in tow. He informed me that Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three days before, and was setting her cap determin... | tall light blonde, whom, on account of her much trimmed hat, I recognized as the lady who had been sitting on the box-seat of the Beecham drag that morning. Joe Archer informed me in a whisper that she was Miss Blanche Derrick from Melbourne, and was considered one of the greatest beauties of that city. This made me an... | throwing such empty banter aside, is Mr Beecham really bad-tempered?” “Bad-tempered is a tame name for it. You should have seen the dust he raised the other day with old Benson. He just did perform.” I was always hearing of Harold Beecham’s temper, and wished I could see a little of it. He was always so imperturbably c... | Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags.” “How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?” “Over in that clump of box-trees,” he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise... | Downs party had theirs in readiness. Needless to say, we were combining forces. I had my work completed when Mr Beecham appeared upon the scene with two young ladies. One was a bright-faced little brunette, and the other a tall light blonde, whom, on account of her much trimmed hat, I recognized as the lady who had bee... | My Brilliant Career |
“Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?” | Sybylla Melvyn | looking as pleasant as ever.<|quote|>“Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?”</|quote|>I inquired. “No. They have | Beecham came to meet me, looking as pleasant as ever.<|quote|>“Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?”</|quote|>I inquired. “No. They have gone over an hour,” he | I excused myself to my companion, and acceded to the request of several children to go on a flower- and gum-hunting expedition. We were a long time absent, and returning, the little ones scampered ahead and left me alone. Harold Beecham came to meet me, looking as pleasant as ever.<|quote|>“Am I keeping grannie and unc... | physically! Then I thought of my lack of beauty, my miserable five-feet-one-inch stature, and I looked at the man beside me, small and round-shouldered, and we were both dependent children of indigence. The contrast we presented to the other pair struck me hard, and I laughed a short bitter laugh. I excused myself to m... | races. I knew nearly all the horses running. Some of them were uncle’s; though he never raced horses himself, he kept some swift stock which he lent to his men for the occasion. Of more interest to me than the races was the pair strolling at a distance. They were fit for an artist’s models. The tall, broad, independent... | hat, I recognized as the lady who had been sitting on the box-seat of the Beecham drag that morning. Joe Archer informed me in a whisper that she was Miss Blanche Derrick from Melbourne, and was considered one of the greatest beauties of that city. This made me anxious to examine her carefully, but I did not get an opp... | do so.” “In that case, I beg your pardon, and will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request.” Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face. “By Jove, I’m in for it!” ejaculated my escort. “The boss doesn’t get that expression on his face for nothing. You take my tip... | beauties of that city. This made me anxious to examine her carefully, but I did not get an opportunity of doing so. In the hurry to attend on the party, I missed the honour of an introduction, and when I was at leisure she was sitting at some distance on a log, Harold Beecham shading her in a most religious manner with... | My Brilliant Career |
I inquired. | No speaker | keeping grannie and uncle waiting?”<|quote|>I inquired.</|quote|>“No. They have gone over | pleasant as ever. “Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?”<|quote|>I inquired.</|quote|>“No. They have gone over an hour,” he replied. “Gone! | acceded to the request of several children to go on a flower- and gum-hunting expedition. We were a long time absent, and returning, the little ones scampered ahead and left me alone. Harold Beecham came to meet me, looking as pleasant as ever. “Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?”<|quote|>I inquired.</|quote|>“No.... | of beauty, my miserable five-feet-one-inch stature, and I looked at the man beside me, small and round-shouldered, and we were both dependent children of indigence. The contrast we presented to the other pair struck me hard, and I laughed a short bitter laugh. I excused myself to my companion, and acceded to the reques... | running. Some of them were uncle’s; though he never raced horses himself, he kept some swift stock which he lent to his men for the occasion. Of more interest to me than the races was the pair strolling at a distance. They were fit for an artist’s models. The tall, broad, independent figure of the bushman with his easy... | had been sitting on the box-seat of the Beecham drag that morning. Joe Archer informed me in a whisper that she was Miss Blanche Derrick from Melbourne, and was considered one of the greatest beauties of that city. This made me anxious to examine her carefully, but I did not get an opportunity of doing so. In the hurry... | your pardon, and will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request.” Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face. “By Jove, I’m in for it!” ejaculated my escort. “The boss doesn’t get that expression on his face for nothing. You take my tip for it, he felt inclined to ... | that Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three days before, and was setting her cap determinedly at his boss. “Was she really very handsome?” I inquired. “By Jove, yes!” he replied. “But one of your disdainful haughty beauties, who wouldn’t deign to say good-day to a chap with less than six or seven thousand a year.” ... | My Brilliant Career |
“No. They have gone over an hour,” | Harold Beecham | and uncle waiting?” I inquired.<|quote|>“No. They have gone over an hour,”</|quote|>he replied. “Gone! How am | ever. “Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?” I inquired.<|quote|>“No. They have gone over an hour,”</|quote|>he replied. “Gone! How am I to get home? She | the request of several children to go on a flower- and gum-hunting expedition. We were a long time absent, and returning, the little ones scampered ahead and left me alone. Harold Beecham came to meet me, looking as pleasant as ever. “Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?” I inquired.<|quote|>“No. They have gone over... | my miserable five-feet-one-inch stature, and I looked at the man beside me, small and round-shouldered, and we were both dependent children of indigence. The contrast we presented to the other pair struck me hard, and I laughed a short bitter laugh. I excused myself to my companion, and acceded to the request of severa... | of them were uncle’s; though he never raced horses himself, he kept some swift stock which he lent to his men for the occasion. Of more interest to me than the races was the pair strolling at a distance. They were fit for an artist’s models. The tall, broad, independent figure of the bushman with his easy gentlemanline... | sitting on the box-seat of the Beecham drag that morning. Joe Archer informed me in a whisper that she was Miss Blanche Derrick from Melbourne, and was considered one of the greatest beauties of that city. This made me anxious to examine her carefully, but I did not get an opportunity of doing so. In the hurry to atten... | and will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request.” Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face. “By Jove, I’m in for it!” ejaculated my escort. “The boss doesn’t get that expression on his face for nothing. You take my tip for it, he felt inclined to seize me by t... | she was sitting at some distance on a log, Harold Beecham shading her in a most religious manner with a dainty parasol. In the afternoon she strolled away with him, and after I had attended to the remains of the feast, I took Joe Archer in tow. He informed me that Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three days before,... | My Brilliant Career |
he replied. | No speaker | have gone over an hour,”<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>“Gone! How am I to | waiting?” I inquired. “No. They have gone over an hour,”<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>“Gone! How am I to get home? She must have | on a flower- and gum-hunting expedition. We were a long time absent, and returning, the little ones scampered ahead and left me alone. Harold Beecham came to meet me, looking as pleasant as ever. “Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?” I inquired. “No. They have gone over an hour,”<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>“Gone!... | at the man beside me, small and round-shouldered, and we were both dependent children of indigence. The contrast we presented to the other pair struck me hard, and I laughed a short bitter laugh. I excused myself to my companion, and acceded to the request of several children to go on a flower- and gum-hunting expediti... | raced horses himself, he kept some swift stock which he lent to his men for the occasion. Of more interest to me than the races was the pair strolling at a distance. They were fit for an artist’s models. The tall, broad, independent figure of the bushman with his easy gentlemanliness, his jockey costume enhancing his s... | drag that morning. Joe Archer informed me in a whisper that she was Miss Blanche Derrick from Melbourne, and was considered one of the greatest beauties of that city. This made me anxious to examine her carefully, but I did not get an opportunity of doing so. In the hurry to attend on the party, I missed the honour of ... | does as you request.” Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face. “By Jove, I’m in for it!” ejaculated my escort. “The boss doesn’t get that expression on his face for nothing. You take my tip for it, he felt inclined to seize me by the scruff of the neck and kick me f... | theirs in readiness. Needless to say, we were combining forces. I had my work completed when Mr Beecham appeared upon the scene with two young ladies. One was a bright-faced little brunette, and the other a tall light blonde, whom, on account of her much trimmed hat, I recognized as the lady who had been sitting on the... | My Brilliant Career |
“Gone! How am I to get home? She must have been very angry to go and leave me. What did she say?” | Sybylla Melvyn | over an hour,” he replied.<|quote|>“Gone! How am I to get home? She must have been very angry to go and leave me. What did she say?”</|quote|>“On the contrary, she was | inquired. “No. They have gone over an hour,” he replied.<|quote|>“Gone! How am I to get home? She must have been very angry to go and leave me. What did she say?”</|quote|>“On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said | flower- and gum-hunting expedition. We were a long time absent, and returning, the little ones scampered ahead and left me alone. Harold Beecham came to meet me, looking as pleasant as ever. “Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?” I inquired. “No. They have gone over an hour,” he replied.<|quote|>“Gone! How am I to g... | man beside me, small and round-shouldered, and we were both dependent children of indigence. The contrast we presented to the other pair struck me hard, and I laughed a short bitter laugh. I excused myself to my companion, and acceded to the request of several children to go on a flower- and gum-hunting expedition. We ... | himself, he kept some swift stock which he lent to his men for the occasion. Of more interest to me than the races was the pair strolling at a distance. They were fit for an artist’s models. The tall, broad, independent figure of the bushman with his easy gentlemanliness, his jockey costume enhancing his size. The equa... | morning. Joe Archer informed me in a whisper that she was Miss Blanche Derrick from Melbourne, and was considered one of the greatest beauties of that city. This made me anxious to examine her carefully, but I did not get an opportunity of doing so. In the hurry to attend on the party, I missed the honour of an introdu... | you request.” Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face. “By Jove, I’m in for it!” ejaculated my escort. “The boss doesn’t get that expression on his face for nothing. You take my tip for it, he felt inclined to seize me by the scruff of the neck and kick me from here... | never raced horses himself, he kept some swift stock which he lent to his men for the occasion. Of more interest to me than the races was the pair strolling at a distance. They were fit for an artist’s models. The tall, broad, independent figure of the bushman with his easy gentlemanliness, his jockey costume enhancing... | My Brilliant Career |
“On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are not going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,” | Harold Beecham | me. What did she say?”<|quote|>“On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are not going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,”</|quote|>he said mischievously. “Where am | angry to go and leave me. What did she say?”<|quote|>“On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are not going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,”</|quote|>he said mischievously. “Where am I going ton... | Beecham came to meet me, looking as pleasant as ever. “Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?” I inquired. “No. They have gone over an hour,” he replied. “Gone! How am I to get home? She must have been very angry to go and leave me. What did she say?”<|quote|>“On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell... | struck me hard, and I laughed a short bitter laugh. I excused myself to my companion, and acceded to the request of several children to go on a flower- and gum-hunting expedition. We were a long time absent, and returning, the little ones scampered ahead and left me alone. Harold Beecham came to meet me, looking as ple... | races was the pair strolling at a distance. They were fit for an artist’s models. The tall, broad, independent figure of the bushman with his easy gentlemanliness, his jockey costume enhancing his size. The equally tall majestic form of the city belle, whose self-confident fashionable style spoke of nothing appertainin... | greatest beauties of that city. This made me anxious to examine her carefully, but I did not get an opportunity of doing so. In the hurry to attend on the party, I missed the honour of an introduction, and when I was at leisure she was sitting at some distance on a log, Harold Beecham shading her in a most religious ma... | for it!” ejaculated my escort. “The boss doesn’t get that expression on his face for nothing. You take my tip for it, he felt inclined to seize me by the scruff of the neck and kick me from here to Yabtree.” “Go on!” “It’s a fact. He did not believe in me not going to do his bidding immediately. He has a roaring derry ... | under the most trying circumstances, that I feared he had no emotions in him, and longed to stir him up. Grannie greeted me with, “Sybylla, you are such a tiresome girl. I don’t know how you have packed these hampers, and we want to have lunch. Where on earth have you been?” Miss Augusta Beecham saluted me warmly with ... | My Brilliant Career |
he said mischievously. | No speaker | you when performing that ceremony,”<|quote|>he said mischievously.</|quote|>“Where am I going tonight?” | night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,”<|quote|>he said mischievously.</|quote|>“Where am I going tonight?” “To Five-Bob Downs, the camp | go and leave me. What did she say?” “On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are not going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,”<|quote|>he said mischievously.</|quote|>“Where am I going tonight?” “T... | ones scampered ahead and left me alone. Harold Beecham came to meet me, looking as pleasant as ever. “Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?” I inquired. “No. They have gone over an hour,” he replied. “Gone! How am I to get home? She must have been very angry to go and leave me. What did she say?” “On the contrary, sh... | whose self-confident fashionable style spoke of nothing appertaining to girlhood, but of the full-blown rose—indeed, a splendid pair physically! Then I thought of my lack of beauty, my miserable five-feet-one-inch stature, and I looked at the man beside me, small and round-shouldered, and we were both dependent childre... | at leisure she was sitting at some distance on a log, Harold Beecham shading her in a most religious manner with a dainty parasol. In the afternoon she strolled away with him, and after I had attended to the remains of the feast, I took Joe Archer in tow. He informed me that Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three d... | on!” “It’s a fact. He did not believe in me not going to do his bidding immediately. He has a roaring derry on disobedience. Everyone has to obey him like winkie or they can take their beds up and trot off quick and lively.” “Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,” I replied. “That... | did not get an opportunity of doing so. In the hurry to attend on the party, I missed the honour of an introduction, and when I was at leisure she was sitting at some distance on a log, Harold Beecham shading her in a most religious manner with a dainty parasol. In the afternoon she strolled away with him, and after I ... | My Brilliant Career |
“Where am I going tonight?” | Sybylla Melvyn | that ceremony,” he said mischievously.<|quote|>“Where am I going tonight?”</|quote|>“To Five-Bob Downs, the camp | she kisses you when performing that ceremony,” he said mischievously.<|quote|>“Where am I going tonight?”</|quote|>“To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,” he replied. | me. What did she say?” “On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are not going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,” he said mischievously.<|quote|>“Where am I going tonight?”</|quote|>“To Five-Bob Do... | and left me alone. Harold Beecham came to meet me, looking as pleasant as ever. “Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?” I inquired. “No. They have gone over an hour,” he replied. “Gone! How am I to get home? She must have been very angry to go and leave me. What did she say?” “On the contrary, she was in great fiddle... | style spoke of nothing appertaining to girlhood, but of the full-blown rose—indeed, a splendid pair physically! Then I thought of my lack of beauty, my miserable five-feet-one-inch stature, and I looked at the man beside me, small and round-shouldered, and we were both dependent children of indigence. The contrast we p... | was sitting at some distance on a log, Harold Beecham shading her in a most religious manner with a dainty parasol. In the afternoon she strolled away with him, and after I had attended to the remains of the feast, I took Joe Archer in tow. He informed me that Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three days before, and... | fact. He did not believe in me not going to do his bidding immediately. He has a roaring derry on disobedience. Everyone has to obey him like winkie or they can take their beds up and trot off quick and lively.” “Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,” I replied. “That’s where it i... | broad, independent figure of the bushman with his easy gentlemanliness, his jockey costume enhancing his size. The equally tall majestic form of the city belle, whose self-confident fashionable style spoke of nothing appertaining to girlhood, but of the full-blown rose—indeed, a splendid pair physically! Then I thought... | My Brilliant Career |
“To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,” | Harold Beecham | “Where am I going tonight?”<|quote|>“To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,”</|quote|>he replied. “I haven’t got | that ceremony,” he said mischievously. “Where am I going tonight?”<|quote|>“To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,”</|quote|>he replied. “I haven’t got a dinner dress, and am | “On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are not going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,” he said mischievously. “Where am I going tonight?”<|quote|>“To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,”</... | Beecham came to meet me, looking as pleasant as ever. “Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?” I inquired. “No. They have gone over an hour,” he replied. “Gone! How am I to get home? She must have been very angry to go and leave me. What did she say?” “On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell you not... | to girlhood, but of the full-blown rose—indeed, a splendid pair physically! Then I thought of my lack of beauty, my miserable five-feet-one-inch stature, and I looked at the man beside me, small and round-shouldered, and we were both dependent children of indigence. The contrast we presented to the other pair struck me... | on a log, Harold Beecham shading her in a most religious manner with a dainty parasol. In the afternoon she strolled away with him, and after I had attended to the remains of the feast, I took Joe Archer in tow. He informed me that Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three days before, and was setting her cap determin... | in me not going to do his bidding immediately. He has a roaring derry on disobedience. Everyone has to obey him like winkie or they can take their beds up and trot off quick and lively.” “Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,” I replied. “That’s where it is. He would not have care... | with his easy gentlemanliness, his jockey costume enhancing his size. The equally tall majestic form of the city belle, whose self-confident fashionable style spoke of nothing appertaining to girlhood, but of the full-blown rose—indeed, a splendid pair physically! Then I thought of my lack of beauty, my miserable five-... | My Brilliant Career |
he replied. | No speaker | the camp of yours truly,”<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>“I haven’t got a dinner | going tonight?” “To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,”<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>“I haven’t got a dinner dress, and am not prepared. | She said to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are not going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,” he said mischievously. “Where am I going tonight?” “To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,”<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>“I haven’t got a dinner... | as ever. “Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?” I inquired. “No. They have gone over an hour,” he replied. “Gone! How am I to get home? She must have been very angry to go and leave me. What did she say?” “On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are no... | splendid pair physically! Then I thought of my lack of beauty, my miserable five-feet-one-inch stature, and I looked at the man beside me, small and round-shouldered, and we were both dependent children of indigence. The contrast we presented to the other pair struck me hard, and I laughed a short bitter laugh. I excus... | a most religious manner with a dainty parasol. In the afternoon she strolled away with him, and after I had attended to the remains of the feast, I took Joe Archer in tow. He informed me that Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three days before, and was setting her cap determinedly at his boss. “Was she really very h... | immediately. He has a roaring derry on disobedience. Everyone has to obey him like winkie or they can take their beds up and trot off quick and lively.” “Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,” I replied. “That’s where it is. He would not have cared had it been some other lady, but... | of doing so. In the hurry to attend on the party, I missed the honour of an introduction, and when I was at leisure she was sitting at some distance on a log, Harold Beecham shading her in a most religious manner with a dainty parasol. In the afternoon she strolled away with him, and after I had attended to the remains... | My Brilliant Career |
“I haven’t got a dinner dress, and am not prepared. I will go home.” | Sybylla Melvyn | of yours truly,” he replied.<|quote|>“I haven’t got a dinner dress, and am not prepared. I will go home.”</|quote|>“We have plenty dinner dresses | “To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,” he replied.<|quote|>“I haven’t got a dinner dress, and am not prepared. I will go home.”</|quote|>“We have plenty dinner dresses at Five-Bob without any more. | to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are not going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,” he said mischievously. “Where am I going tonight?” “To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,” he replied.<|quote|>“I haven’t got a dinner dress, and am not... | “Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?” I inquired. “No. They have gone over an hour,” he replied. “Gone! How am I to get home? She must have been very angry to go and leave me. What did she say?” “On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are not going h... | physically! Then I thought of my lack of beauty, my miserable five-feet-one-inch stature, and I looked at the man beside me, small and round-shouldered, and we were both dependent children of indigence. The contrast we presented to the other pair struck me hard, and I laughed a short bitter laugh. I excused myself to m... | religious manner with a dainty parasol. In the afternoon she strolled away with him, and after I had attended to the remains of the feast, I took Joe Archer in tow. He informed me that Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three days before, and was setting her cap determinedly at his boss. “Was she really very handsome... | has a roaring derry on disobedience. Everyone has to obey him like winkie or they can take their beds up and trot off quick and lively.” “Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,” I replied. “That’s where it is. He would not have cared had it been some other lady, but he gets mad if ... | the pair strolling at a distance. They were fit for an artist’s models. The tall, broad, independent figure of the bushman with his easy gentlemanliness, his jockey costume enhancing his size. The equally tall majestic form of the city belle, whose self-confident fashionable style spoke of nothing appertaining to girlh... | My Brilliant Career |
“We have plenty dinner dresses at Five-Bob without any more. It is Miss Melvyn we want,” | Harold Beecham | prepared. I will go home.”<|quote|>“We have plenty dinner dresses at Five-Bob without any more. It is Miss Melvyn we want,”</|quote|>he said. “Oh, bother you!” | dinner dress, and am not prepared. I will go home.”<|quote|>“We have plenty dinner dresses at Five-Bob without any more. It is Miss Melvyn we want,”</|quote|>he said. “Oh, bother you!” I retorted. “Men are such | going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,” he said mischievously. “Where am I going tonight?” “To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,” he replied. “I haven’t got a dinner dress, and am not prepared. I will go home.”<|quote|>“We have plenty dinner dresses at ... | an hour,” he replied. “Gone! How am I to get home? She must have been very angry to go and leave me. What did she say?” “On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are not going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing th... | I looked at the man beside me, small and round-shouldered, and we were both dependent children of indigence. The contrast we presented to the other pair struck me hard, and I laughed a short bitter laugh. I excused myself to my companion, and acceded to the request of several children to go on a flower- and gum-hunting... | and after I had attended to the remains of the feast, I took Joe Archer in tow. He informed me that Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three days before, and was setting her cap determinedly at his boss. “Was she really very handsome?” I inquired. “By Jove, yes!” he replied. “But one of your disdainful haughty beauti... | they can take their beds up and trot off quick and lively.” “Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,” I replied. “That’s where it is. He would not have cared had it been some other lady, but he gets mad if any one dares to monopolize you. I don’t know how you are going to manage him... | stature, and I looked at the man beside me, small and round-shouldered, and we were both dependent children of indigence. The contrast we presented to the other pair struck me hard, and I laughed a short bitter laugh. I excused myself to my companion, and acceded to the request of several children to go on a flower- an... | My Brilliant Career |
he said. | No speaker | is Miss Melvyn we want,”<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>“Oh, bother you!” I retorted. | Five-Bob without any more. It is Miss Melvyn we want,”<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>“Oh, bother you!” I retorted. “Men are such stupid creatures, | that ceremony,” he said mischievously. “Where am I going tonight?” “To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,” he replied. “I haven’t got a dinner dress, and am not prepared. I will go home.” “We have plenty dinner dresses at Five-Bob without any more. It is Miss Melvyn we want,”<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>“Oh, bother... | angry to go and leave me. What did she say?” “On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are not going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,” he said mischievously. “Where am I going tonight?” “To Five-B... | of indigence. The contrast we presented to the other pair struck me hard, and I laughed a short bitter laugh. I excused myself to my companion, and acceded to the request of several children to go on a flower- and gum-hunting expedition. We were a long time absent, and returning, the little ones scampered ahead and lef... | tow. He informed me that Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three days before, and was setting her cap determinedly at his boss. “Was she really very handsome?” I inquired. “By Jove, yes!” he replied. “But one of your disdainful haughty beauties, who wouldn’t deign to say good-day to a chap with less than six or seve... | sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience,” I replied. “That’s where it is. He would not have cared had it been some other lady, but he gets mad if any one dares to monopolize you. I don’t know how you are going to manage him. He is a pretty hot member sometimes.” “Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empt... | that city. This made me anxious to examine her carefully, but I did not get an opportunity of doing so. In the hurry to attend on the party, I missed the honour of an introduction, and when I was at leisure she was sitting at some distance on a log, Harold Beecham shading her in a most religious manner with a dainty pa... | My Brilliant Career |
“Oh, bother you!” | Sybylla Melvyn | Melvyn we want,” he said.<|quote|>“Oh, bother you!”</|quote|>I retorted. “Men are such | any more. It is Miss Melvyn we want,” he said.<|quote|>“Oh, bother you!”</|quote|>I retorted. “Men are such stupid creatures, and never understand | he said mischievously. “Where am I going tonight?” “To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,” he replied. “I haven’t got a dinner dress, and am not prepared. I will go home.” “We have plenty dinner dresses at Five-Bob without any more. It is Miss Melvyn we want,” he said.<|quote|>“Oh, bother you!”</|quote|>I retorte... | go and leave me. What did she say?” “On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are not going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,” he said mischievously. “Where am I going tonight?” “To Five-Bob Downs,... | The contrast we presented to the other pair struck me hard, and I laughed a short bitter laugh. I excused myself to my companion, and acceded to the request of several children to go on a flower- and gum-hunting expedition. We were a long time absent, and returning, the little ones scampered ahead and left me alone. Ha... | informed me that Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three days before, and was setting her cap determinedly at his boss. “Was she really very handsome?” I inquired. “By Jove, yes!” he replied. “But one of your disdainful haughty beauties, who wouldn’t deign to say good-day to a chap with less than six or seven thousa... | see I was the cause of your disobedience,” I replied. “That’s where it is. He would not have cared had it been some other lady, but he gets mad if any one dares to monopolize you. I don’t know how you are going to manage him. He is a pretty hot member sometimes.” “Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter ... | equally tall majestic form of the city belle, whose self-confident fashionable style spoke of nothing appertaining to girlhood, but of the full-blown rose—indeed, a splendid pair physically! Then I thought of my lack of beauty, my miserable five-feet-one-inch stature, and I looked at the man beside me, small and round-... | My Brilliant Career |
I retorted. | No speaker | he said. “Oh, bother you!”<|quote|>I retorted.</|quote|>“Men are such stupid creatures, | is Miss Melvyn we want,” he said. “Oh, bother you!”<|quote|>I retorted.</|quote|>“Men are such stupid creatures, and never understand about dress | “Where am I going tonight?” “To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,” he replied. “I haven’t got a dinner dress, and am not prepared. I will go home.” “We have plenty dinner dresses at Five-Bob without any more. It is Miss Melvyn we want,” he said. “Oh, bother you!”<|quote|>I retorted.</|quote|>“Men are such stupid... | me. What did she say?” “On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are not going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,” he said mischievously. “Where am I going tonight?” “To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of ... | presented to the other pair struck me hard, and I laughed a short bitter laugh. I excused myself to my companion, and acceded to the request of several children to go on a flower- and gum-hunting expedition. We were a long time absent, and returning, the little ones scampered ahead and left me alone. Harold Beecham cam... | Miss Derrick had arrived at Five-Bob three days before, and was setting her cap determinedly at his boss. “Was she really very handsome?” I inquired. “By Jove, yes!” he replied. “But one of your disdainful haughty beauties, who wouldn’t deign to say good-day to a chap with less than six or seven thousand a year.” I don... | the cause of your disobedience,” I replied. “That’s where it is. He would not have cared had it been some other lady, but he gets mad if any one dares to monopolize you. I don’t know how you are going to manage him. He is a pretty hot member sometimes.” “Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter aside, is ... | handsome?” I inquired. “By Jove, yes!” he replied. “But one of your disdainful haughty beauties, who wouldn’t deign to say good-day to a chap with less than six or seven thousand a year.” I don’t know why I took no interest in the races. I knew nearly all the horses running. Some of them were uncle’s; though he never r... | My Brilliant Career |
“Men are such stupid creatures, and never understand about dress or anything. They think you could go to a ball in a wrapper.” | Sybylla Melvyn | “Oh, bother you!” I retorted.<|quote|>“Men are such stupid creatures, and never understand about dress or anything. They think you could go to a ball in a wrapper.”</|quote|>“At all events, they are | Melvyn we want,” he said. “Oh, bother you!” I retorted.<|quote|>“Men are such stupid creatures, and never understand about dress or anything. They think you could go to a ball in a wrapper.”</|quote|>“At all events, they are cute enough to know when | I going tonight?” “To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,” he replied. “I haven’t got a dinner dress, and am not prepared. I will go home.” “We have plenty dinner dresses at Five-Bob without any more. It is Miss Melvyn we want,” he said. “Oh, bother you!” I retorted.<|quote|>“Men are such stupid creatures, and nev... | did she say?” “On the contrary, she was in great fiddle. She said to tell you not to kill yourself with fun, and as you are not going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,” he said mischievously. “Where am I going tonight?” “To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours tru... | the other pair struck me hard, and I laughed a short bitter laugh. I excused myself to my companion, and acceded to the request of several children to go on a flower- and gum-hunting expedition. We were a long time absent, and returning, the little ones scampered ahead and left me alone. Harold Beecham came to meet me,... | had arrived at Five-Bob three days before, and was setting her cap determinedly at his boss. “Was she really very handsome?” I inquired. “By Jove, yes!” he replied. “But one of your disdainful haughty beauties, who wouldn’t deign to say good-day to a chap with less than six or seven thousand a year.” I don’t know why I... | of your disobedience,” I replied. “That’s where it is. He would not have cared had it been some other lady, but he gets mad if any one dares to monopolize you. I don’t know how you are going to manage him. He is a pretty hot member sometimes.” “Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter aside, is Mr Beecham... | was considered one of the greatest beauties of that city. This made me anxious to examine her carefully, but I did not get an opportunity of doing so. In the hurry to attend on the party, I missed the honour of an introduction, and when I was at leisure she was sitting at some distance on a log, Harold Beecham shading ... | My Brilliant Career |
“At all events, they are cute enough to know when they want a young lady at their place, no matter how she’s dressed,” | Harold Beecham | a ball in a wrapper.”<|quote|>“At all events, they are cute enough to know when they want a young lady at their place, no matter how she’s dressed,”</|quote|>he said good-humouredly. On reaching | think you could go to a ball in a wrapper.”<|quote|>“At all events, they are cute enough to know when they want a young lady at their place, no matter how she’s dressed,”</|quote|>he said good-humouredly. On reaching the racecourse I was surprised | I will go home.” “We have plenty dinner dresses at Five-Bob without any more. It is Miss Melvyn we want,” he said. “Oh, bother you!” I retorted. “Men are such stupid creatures, and never understand about dress or anything. They think you could go to a ball in a wrapper.”<|quote|>“At all events, they are cute enough to ... | as you are not going home, she left me to say good night. I suppose she kisses you when performing that ceremony,” he said mischievously. “Where am I going tonight?” “To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,” he replied. “I haven’t got a dinner dress, and am not prepared. I will go home.” “We have plenty dinner dres... | request of several children to go on a flower- and gum-hunting expedition. We were a long time absent, and returning, the little ones scampered ahead and left me alone. Harold Beecham came to meet me, looking as pleasant as ever. “Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?” I inquired. “No. They have gone over an hour,” h... | “By Jove, yes!” he replied. “But one of your disdainful haughty beauties, who wouldn’t deign to say good-day to a chap with less than six or seven thousand a year.” I don’t know why I took no interest in the races. I knew nearly all the horses running. Some of them were uncle’s; though he never raced horses himself, he... | mad if any one dares to monopolize you. I don’t know how you are going to manage him. He is a pretty hot member sometimes.” “Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter aside, is Mr Beecham really bad-tempered?” “Bad-tempered is a tame name for it. You should have seen the dust he raised the other day with o... | I had my work completed when Mr Beecham appeared upon the scene with two young ladies. One was a bright-faced little brunette, and the other a tall light blonde, whom, on account of her much trimmed hat, I recognized as the lady who had been sitting on the box-seat of the Beecham drag that morning. Joe Archer informed ... | My Brilliant Career |
he said good-humouredly. On reaching the racecourse I was surprised to see aunt Helen there. From her I learnt that grannie and uncle Jay-Jay had really gone home, but Mr Beecham had persuaded them to allow aunt Helen and me to spend the night at Five-Bob Downs, our host promising to send or take us home on the morrow... | No speaker | no matter how she’s dressed,”<|quote|>he said good-humouredly. On reaching the racecourse I was surprised to see aunt Helen there. From her I learnt that grannie and uncle Jay-Jay had really gone home, but Mr Beecham had persuaded them to allow aunt Helen and me to spend the night at Five-Bob Downs, our host promising... | young lady at their place, no matter how she’s dressed,”<|quote|>he said good-humouredly. On reaching the racecourse I was surprised to see aunt Helen there. From her I learnt that grannie and uncle Jay-Jay had really gone home, but Mr Beecham had persuaded them to allow aunt Helen and me to spend the night at Five-Bo... | bother you!” I retorted. “Men are such stupid creatures, and never understand about dress or anything. They think you could go to a ball in a wrapper.” “At all events, they are cute enough to know when they want a young lady at their place, no matter how she’s dressed,”<|quote|>he said good-humouredly. On reaching the... | said mischievously. “Where am I going tonight?” “To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly,” he replied. “I haven’t got a dinner dress, and am not prepared. I will go home.” “We have plenty dinner dresses at Five-Bob without any more. It is Miss Melvyn we want,” he said. “Oh, bother you!” I retorted. “Men are such stu... | scampered ahead and left me alone. Harold Beecham came to meet me, looking as pleasant as ever. “Am I keeping grannie and uncle waiting?” I inquired. “No. They have gone over an hour,” he replied. “Gone! How am I to get home? She must have been very angry to go and leave me. What did she say?” “On the contrary, she was... | than six or seven thousand a year.” I don’t know why I took no interest in the races. I knew nearly all the horses running. Some of them were uncle’s; though he never raced horses himself, he kept some swift stock which he lent to his men for the occasion. Of more interest to me than the races was the pair strolling a... | member sometimes.” “Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter aside, is Mr Beecham really bad-tempered?” “Bad-tempered is a tame name for it. You should have seen the dust he raised the other day with old Benson. He just did perform.” I was always hearing of Harold Beecham’s temper, and wished I could see ... | bitter laugh. I excused myself to my companion, and acceded to the request of several children to go on a flower- and gum-hunting expedition. We were a long time absent, and returning, the little ones scampered ahead and left me alone. Harold Beecham came to meet me, looking as pleasant as ever. “Am I keeping grannie a... | My Brilliant Career |
enthusiastically whispered a gentleman sitting beside me. I looked at her critically. She was very big, and in a bony stiff way was much developed in figure. She had a nice big nose, and a long well-shaped face, a thin straight mouth, and empty light eyes. If my attention had not been called to her I would not have no... | No speaker | isn’t she a splendid creature?”<|quote|>enthusiastically whispered a gentleman sitting beside me. I looked at her critically. She was very big, and in a bony stiff way was much developed in figure. She had a nice big nose, and a long well-shaped face, a thin straight mouth, and empty light eyes. If my attention had no... | to and fro. “By Jove, isn’t she a splendid creature?”<|quote|>enthusiastically whispered a gentleman sitting beside me. I looked at her critically. She was very big, and in a bony stiff way was much developed in figure. She had a nice big nose, and a long well-shaped face, a thin straight mouth, and empty light eyes. ... | silks and velvet. She was given the best seat as though she were a princess. She sat down with great indifference, twirled a bracelet round her wrist, languidly opened her fan, and closed her eyes as she wafted it slowly to and fro. “By Jove, isn’t she a splendid creature?”<|quote|>enthusiastically whispered a gentlema... | neck, arms, and hair. Her self-confident mien was suggestive of the conquest of many masculine hearts. She was a big handsome woman. Beside her, I in my crushed white muslin dress was as overshadowed as a little white handkerchief would be in comparison to a gorgeous shawl heavily wrought in silks and velvet. She was g... | we proceeded to the drawing-room to await the arrival of the other visitors. They soon made their appearance. First, two stout old squatters with big laughs and bigger corporations, then Miss Augusta Beecham, next Joe Archer the overseer, and the two other jackeroos. After these appeared a couple of governesses, Mr, Mr... | in expectation of great fun, were wending their way to Yabtree—nearly every trap containing a fiddle, concertina, flute, or accordion in readiness for the fray. CHAPTER TWENTY Same Yarn—continued Every station hand from Five-Bob, male and female, had gone to the ball at Yabtree. Harold and his overseer had to attend to... | short bitter laugh. I excused myself to my companion, and acceded to the request of several children to go on a flower- and gum-hunting expedition. We were a long time absent, and returning, the little ones scampered ahead and left me alone. Harold Beecham came to meet me, looking as pleasant as ever. “Am I keeping gra... | her I learnt that grannie and uncle Jay-Jay had really gone home, but Mr Beecham had persuaded them to allow aunt Helen and me to spend the night at Five-Bob Downs, our host promising to send or take us home on the morrow. Now that I was to have aunt Helen with me I was delighted at the prospect, otherwise I would have... | My Brilliant Career |
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