Text stringlengths 1 42.7k ⌀ | Speaker stringclasses 528
values | Text_10_word_context stringlengths 44 42.8k | Text_20_word_context stringlengths 74 42.8k | Text_100_word_context stringlengths 291 43.2k | Text_200_word_context stringlengths 562 43.7k | Text_400_word_context stringlengths 1.08k 44.7k | Text_800_word_context stringlengths 2.14k 46.9k | Text_1600_word_context stringlengths 4.15k 51.3k | Text_variable_400_to_1200_word_context stringlengths 1.3k 48k | Book stringclasses 47
values |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
“It will first take him in the eye?” | Crimble | the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!”<|quote|>“It will first take him in the eye?”</|quote|>Hugh had jumped to her | lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!”<|quote|>“It will first take him in the eye?”</|quote|>Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it | words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!”<|quote|>“It will first take him in t... | “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bend... | “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through ... | fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else. “Have you had... | Bruton Street drawing-room--this time at the afternoon hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them; all he saw, all he outwardly studied, was his own face and figure as he stopped an instant before a long glass suspended between two windows. Just as he turned from that brief an... | between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else. “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?” “That I have is what has driven me straight _at_... | The Outcry |
Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: | No speaker | take him in the eye?”<|quote|>Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide:</|quote|>“It might if he didn’t | presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?”<|quote|>Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide:</|quote|>“It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to | keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?”<|quote|>Hugh had jumped to her idea, but... | if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Be... | panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glo... | Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else. “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?... | he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them; all he saw, all he outwardly studied, was his own face and figure as he stopped an instant before a long glass suspended between two windows. Just as he turned from that brief and perhaps not wholly gratified inspection Lady Grace--that he... | to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where h... | The Outcry |
“It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” | Crimble | adopted it only to provide:<|quote|>“It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.”</|quote|>With which, however, he quickly | to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide:<|quote|>“It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.”</|quote|>With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, | Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide:<|quote|>“It might if he didn’t now wear g... | the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “... | “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly y... | appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else. “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?” “That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before... | all he saw, all he outwardly studied, was his own face and figure as he stopped an instant before a long glass suspended between two windows. Just as he turned from that brief and perhaps not wholly gratified inspection Lady Grace--that he had sent up his name to whom was immediately apparent--presented herself at the ... | else. “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?” “That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at hi... | The Outcry |
With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. | No speaker | Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.”<|quote|>With which, however, he quickly bethought himself.</|quote|>“Ah, of course, these wretched | on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.”<|quote|>With which, however, he quickly bethought himself.</|quote|>“Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of | the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.”<|quote|>With which, however, he quic... | a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It... | in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “T... | she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else. “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?” “That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just ... | glass suspended between two windows. Just as he turned from that brief and perhaps not wholly gratified inspection Lady Grace--that he had sent up his name to whom was immediately apparent--presented herself at the entrance from the other room. These young persons had hereupon no instant exchange of words; their exchan... | like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I... | The Outcry |
“Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” | Crimble | however, he quickly bethought himself.<|quote|>“Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--”</|quote|>“And that brought him?” she | damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself.<|quote|>“Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--”</|quote|>“And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest | break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself.<|quote|>“Ah, of course, these wr... | of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the ey... | nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes... | off everything else. “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?” “That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him ... | he turned from that brief and perhaps not wholly gratified inspection Lady Grace--that he had sent up his name to whom was immediately apparent--presented herself at the entrance from the other room. These young persons had hereupon no instant exchange of words; their exchange was mute--they but paused where they were;... | other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complication that last scene of ours with your father here has let you in for; ... | The Outcry |
“And that brought him?” | Grace | I wired him back defiance--”<|quote|>“And that brought him?”</|quote|>she cried. “To do the | After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--”<|quote|>“And that brought him?”</|quote|>she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say | might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--”<|quot... | Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so t... | the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at a... | again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation,... | apparent--presented herself at the entrance from the other room. These young persons had hereupon no instant exchange of words; their exchange was mute--they but paused where they were; while the silence of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared... | approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, ap... | The Outcry |
she cried. | No speaker | defiance--” “And that brought him?”<|quote|>she cried.</|quote|>“To do the honest thing, | Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?”<|quote|>she cried.</|quote|>“To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: | now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?”<... | know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too h... | a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my... | before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and... | entrance from the other room. These young persons had hereupon no instant exchange of words; their exchange was mute--they but paused where they were; while the silence of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once a... | change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole... | The Outcry |
“To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” | Crimble | that brought him?” she cried.<|quote|>“To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.”</|quote|>She hung upon it. “But | wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried.<|quote|>“To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.”</|quote|>She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to | goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried... | see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pap... | his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She... | I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave hi... | the other room. These young persons had hereupon no instant exchange of words; their exchange was mute--they but paused where they were; while the silence of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once asked for confi... | him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension... | The Outcry |
She hung upon it. | No speaker | early memory of our picture.”<|quote|>She hung upon it.</|quote|>“But only to stick then | renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.”<|quote|>She hung upon it.</|quote|>“But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” | “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.”<|quote|>She hung upon it.... | break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched d... | cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view M... | able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, wh... | were; while the silence of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once asked for confirmation of it. “Am I right, Lady Grace, am I right?--to have _come_, I mean, after so many days of not hearing, not knowing, and pe... | was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street... | The Outcry |
“But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” | Grace | picture.” She hung upon it.<|quote|>“But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?”</|quote|>“To declare that for _him_, | his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it.<|quote|>“But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?”</|quote|>“To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure | wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it.<|quote|>“But only to stick th... | take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of P... | the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes,... | just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first ap... | of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once asked for confirmation of it. “Am I right, Lady Grace, am I right?--to have _come_, I mean, after so many days of not hearing, not knowing, and perhaps, all too stupidly,... | yet of Bardi?” “That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stop... | The Outcry |
“To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” | Crimble | to what he had telegraphed?”<|quote|>“To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.”</|quote|>“So that Bender” --she followed | “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?”<|quote|>“To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.”</|quote|>“So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is... | that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?”<|quote|>“To declare that for _him_, lackaday! o... | idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire f... | it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t kno... | up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh... | measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once asked for confirmation of it. “Am I right, Lady Grace, am I right?--to have _come_, I mean, after so many days of not hearing, not knowing, and perhaps, all too stupidly, not trying.” And he went on as, still with her eyes on hi... | down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She p... | The Outcry |
“So that Bender” | Grace | a point of seeing him.”<|quote|>“So that Bender”</|quote|>--she followed and wondered-- “is, | himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.”<|quote|>“So that Bender”</|quote|>--she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” | picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.”<|quote|>“So that Bender”</|quote|>--she... | himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it... | waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in ... | change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole... | so many days of not hearing, not knowing, and perhaps, all too stupidly, not trying.” And he went on as, still with her eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion. “Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have b... | dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appe... | The Outcry |
--she followed and wondered-- | No speaker | seeing him.” “So that Bender”<|quote|>--she followed and wondered--</|quote|>“is, as a consequence, wholly | course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender”<|quote|>--she followed and wondered--</|quote|>“is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s | upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender”<|quote|>--she followed and wondered--</|q... | course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to st... | “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh h... | Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our qu... | of not hearing, not knowing, and perhaps, all too stupidly, not trying.” And he went on as, still with her eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion. “Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about ... | more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for he... | The Outcry |
“is, as a consequence, wholly off?” | Grace | Bender” --she followed and wondered--<|quote|>“is, as a consequence, wholly off?”</|quote|>It made her friend’s humour | of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered--<|quote|>“is, as a consequence, wholly off?”</|quote|>It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. | to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered--<|quote|>“is, as a consequence,... | you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had teleg... | side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her id... | whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted w... | knowing, and perhaps, all too stupidly, not trying.” And he went on as, still with her eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion. “Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortn... | to and which waved off everything else. “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?” “That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the stati... | The Outcry |
It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. | No speaker | as a consequence, wholly off?”<|quote|>It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness.</|quote|>“Bender, Lady Grace, is, by | --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?”<|quote|>It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness.</|quote|>“Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, | had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?”<|quote|>It made her... | visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackad... | view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only t... | where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the ... | not trying.” And he went on as, still with her eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion. “Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day ... | the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head... | The Outcry |
“Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” | Crimble | play up in his acute-ness.<|quote|>“Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,”</|qu... | It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness.<|quote|>“Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclips... | a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness.<|quote|>“Bender, Lady Grace, is,... | defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as mu... | Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, ... | oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portrai... | eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion. “Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, ... | that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postpon... | The Outcry |
Hugh went on-- | No speaker | as a peril, I grant,”<|quote|>Hugh went on--</|quote|>“if the question had struck | He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,”<|quote|>Hugh went on--</|quote|>“if the question had struck him as really closed. But | in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,”<|quote|>Hugh went on... | lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, L... | only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him b... | the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his... | adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; an... | to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where h... | The Outcry |
“if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” | Crimble | I grant,” Hugh went on--<|quote|>“if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.”</|quote|>“Which makes, however,” Lady Grace | in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on--<|quote|>“if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.”</|quote|>“Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of | “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on--<|quote|>“if the question... | a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the ... | “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “... | “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly y... | doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the m... | shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep we... | The Outcry |
“Which makes, however,” | Grace | open as wide as Piccadilly.”<|quote|>“Which makes, however,”</|quote|>Lady Grace discriminated, “for the | quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.”<|quote|>“Which makes, however,”</|quote|>Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, | never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.”<|quote|>“Which makes, however,... | followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--sav... | these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then... | and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it come... | her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know,... | he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona... | The Outcry |
Lady Grace discriminated, | No speaker | as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,”<|quote|>Lady Grace discriminated,</|quote|>“for the danger of a | it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,”<|quote|>Lady Grace discriminated,</|quote|>“for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the | for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,”<|quote|>Lady Grace discriminat... | “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable mome... | you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had teleg... | glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confou... | expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to da... | up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of au... | The Outcry |
“for the danger of a grab.” | Grace | makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated,<|quote|>“for the danger of a grab.”</|quote|>“Ah, but all the more | as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated,<|quote|>“for the danger of a grab.”</|quote|>“Ah, but all the more for the shame of a | He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated,<|quote|>“for the danger of a gr... | consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _w... | of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To decla... | gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to... | it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation... | tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘f... | The Outcry |
“Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exac... | Crimble | the danger of a grab.”<|quote|>“Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line... | however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.”<|quote|>“Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be f... | a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.”<|quote|>“Ah, but all the more f... | friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I gran... | wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a ... | stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the ... | what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complication that last... | her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste... | The Outcry |
he laughed, | No speaker | of its trajectory. That’s exactly,”<|quote|>he laughed,</|quote|>“where we are!” She cast | the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,”<|quote|>he laughed,</|quote|>“where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note | admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,”<|quote|>he laughed,</|quote|>“where we are!” She cast abou... | really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a... | moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or... | at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid ... | father here has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up on... | he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brou... | The Outcry |
“where we are!” | Crimble | trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed,<|quote|>“where we are!”</|quote|>She cast about as intelligently | in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed,<|quote|>“where we are!”</|quote|>She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your | when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed,<|quote|>“where we are!”</|quote|>She cast about as intell... | But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, li... | all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything.... | rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the... | has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more unde... | of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, b... | The Outcry |
She cast about as intelligently to note the place. | No speaker | he laughed, “where we are!”<|quote|>She cast about as intelligently to note the place.</|quote|>“Your great idea, you mean, | of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!”<|quote|>She cast about as intelligently to note the place.</|quote|>“Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar | question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!”<|quote|>She cast about as intelligently to note the p... | blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiti... | of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like... | my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the... | in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal n... | visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackad... | The Outcry |
“Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” | Grace | intelligently to note the place.<|quote|>“Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?”</|quote|>“All beyond my wildest hope,” | are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place.<|quote|>“Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?”</|quote|>“All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight | acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place.<|quote|>“Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worke... | quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thi... | made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on... | a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It... | sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I ... | the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself.... | The Outcry |
“All beyond my wildest hope,” | Crimble | to come to us here?”<|quote|>“All beyond my wildest hope,”</|quote|>Hugh returned; “since the sight | loud as it has seemed to come to us here?”<|quote|>“All beyond my wildest hope,”</|quote|>Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to | found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?”<|quote|>“All beyond my wildest hope,”</|quote|>Hu... | “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exac... | friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I gran... | “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might... | in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting th... | for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as wit... | The Outcry |
Hugh returned; | No speaker | “All beyond my wildest hope,”<|quote|>Hugh returned;</|quote|>“since the sight of the | to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,”<|quote|>Hugh returned;</|quote|>“since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day | animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,”<|quote|>Hugh returned;</|quote|>“since the ... | for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “whe... | his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the ... | in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear g... | “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacif... | “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable mome... | The Outcry |
“since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and ... | Crimble | my wildest hope,” Hugh returned;<|quote|>“since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gor... | to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned;<|quote|>“since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, wi... | the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned;<|quote|>“since the sight of the pictur... | shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we ar... | “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had str... | Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, ... | that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postpon... | head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the ... | The Outcry |
“I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” | Grace | it wind in our sails.”<|quote|>“I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,”</|quote|>Lady Grace said. “But I | awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.”<|quote|>“I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,”</|quote|>Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh | is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.”<|quote|>“I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see ... | loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a... | however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one... | days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had... | had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?” “That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Cliff... | if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that b... | The Outcry |
Lady Grace said. | No speaker | thing in its new light,”<|quote|>Lady Grace said.</|quote|>“But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” | round there to see the thing in its new light,”<|quote|>Lady Grace said.</|quote|>“But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his | days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,”<|quote|>Lady Grace said.</|quote|>“But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” H... | of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate t... | surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cas... | brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all... | shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Cante... | she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on... | The Outcry |
“But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” | Grace | new light,” Lady Grace said.<|quote|>“But I couldn’t stay--for tears!”</|quote|>“Ah,” Hugh insisted on his | see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said.<|quote|>“But I couldn’t stay--for tears!”</|quote|>“Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow | leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said.<|quote|>“But I couldn’t stay--for tears!”</|quote|>“Ah,” Hugh insisted on ... | flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the... | I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligen... | cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his... | how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leav... | with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!... | The Outcry |
“Ah,” | Crimble | “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!”<|quote|>“Ah,”</|quote|>Hugh insisted on his side | new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!”<|quote|>“Ah,”</|quote|>Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest | more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!”<|quote|>“Ah,”</|quote|>Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’... | thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awful... | a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. ... | thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender him... | at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath an... | him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a po... | The Outcry |
Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, | No speaker | I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,”<|quote|>Hugh insisted on his side for comfort,</|quote|>“we’ll crow loudest yet! And | light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,”<|quote|>Hugh insisted on his side for comfort,</|quote|>“we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those | and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,”<|quote|>Hugh insisted on his side for comfort,</|quote|>“we’ll cr... | so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, bu... | question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Y... | yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, w... | a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a... | might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And ... | The Outcry |
“we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” | Crimble | on his side for comfort,<|quote|>“we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.”</|quote|>“Poor Amy and I ... | stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort,<|quote|>“we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up... | place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort,<|quote|>“we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’... | any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppo... | in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so w... | for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing h... | hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swoop... | heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat ... | The Outcry |
“Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” | Grace | which keeps up the pitch.”<|quote|>“Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,”</|quote|>the girl joylessly joked-- “as | ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.”<|quote|>“Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,”</|quote|>the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the | insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.”<|quote|>“Poor Amy and I ... | more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And d... | cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cos... | his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like th... | extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the... | wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to wh... | The Outcry |
the girl joylessly joked-- | No speaker | I are a ladies’ league,”<|quote|>the girl joylessly joked--</|quote|>“as we now take in | the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,”<|quote|>the girl joylessly joked--</|quote|>“as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” | loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,”<|quote|>the girl joylessly joke... | of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid s... | “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to... | made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on... | him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasona... | that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet nev... | The Outcry |
“as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” | Grace | league,” the girl joylessly joked--<|quote|>“as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.”</|quote|>“Oh then you practically _have_ | and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked--<|quote|>“as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.”</|quote|>“Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after | meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked--<|quote|>“as we now take in ... | but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the f... | mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry ... | seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never qu... | and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the... | upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a c... | The Outcry |
“Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” | Crimble | the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.”<|quote|>“Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,”</|quote|>Hugh, added after a brief | “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.”<|quote|>“Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,”</|quote|>Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign | seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.”<|quote|>“Oh then you practically _hav... | it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, b... | it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in ... | as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. ... | him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with co... | the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as... | The Outcry |
Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, | No speaker | you practically _have_ it all--since,”<|quote|>Hugh, added after a brief hesitation,</|quote|>“I suppose Lord Theign himself | regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,”<|quote|>Hugh, added after a brief hesitation,</|quote|>“I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off | them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,”<|quote|>Hugh, added after a brief... | me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to h... | here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three... | her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I ... | very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portra... | from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure ... | The Outcry |
“I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” | Crimble | added after a brief hesitation,<|quote|>“I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.”</|quote|>“At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? | practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation,<|quote|>“I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.”</|quote|>“At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t | and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation,<|quote|>“I suppose Lord Th... | thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ... | Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothi... | his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the ... | (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That ... | opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance... | The Outcry |
“At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” | Grace | Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.”<|quote|>“At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,”</|quote|>said Lady Grace-- “and no | brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.”<|quote|>“At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,”</|quote|>said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag | Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.”<|quote... | “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which ... | flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the... | law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But lu... | and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. ... | of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckil... | The Outcry |
said Lady Grace-- | No speaker | isn’t spared even the worst,”<|quote|>said Lady Grace--</|quote|>“and no doubt too it’s | papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,”<|quote|>said Lady Grace--</|quote|>“and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” | league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even t... | crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked--... | cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose i... | mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--k... | man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the gold... | place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and han... | The Outcry |
“and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” | Grace | the worst,” said Lady Grace--<|quote|>“and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.”</|quote|>Her companion seemed struck with | indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace--<|quote|>“and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.”</|quote|>Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then | joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said La... | And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take i... | that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that win... | silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide a... | up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of au... | a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great id... | The Outcry |
Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. | No speaker | a drag on his cure.”<|quote|>Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance.</|quote|>“Then you don’t--if I may | “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.”<|quote|>Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance.</|quote|>“Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never | of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.”<|quote|... | the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _... | is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thin... | there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discrim... | of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we... | so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills t... | The Outcry |
“Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” | Crimble | with her lack of assurance.<|quote|>“Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?”</|quote|>“I? Never a word.” “He | cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance.<|quote|>“Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?”</|quote|>“I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself | Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance.<|quote|>“The... | them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitat... | of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But ... | as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for th... | the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the worl... | “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “... | The Outcry |
“I? Never a word.” | Grace | I may ask--hear from him?”<|quote|>“I? Never a word.”</|quote|>“He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed | of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?”<|quote|>“I? Never a word.”</|quote|>“He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t | Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?”<|quote|>“I? Ne... | talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t... | with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” H... | “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I a... | “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly y... | her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I ... | The Outcry |
“He doesn’t write?” | Crimble | him?” “I? Never a word.”<|quote|>“He doesn’t write?”</|quote|>Hugh allowed himself to insist. | don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.”<|quote|>“He doesn’t write?”</|quote|>Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I | languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.”<|quote|>“He doesn’t wri... | League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninforme... | a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his si... | struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a... | portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but o... | silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide a... | The Outcry |
Hugh allowed himself to insist. | No speaker | a word.” “He doesn’t write?”<|quote|>Hugh allowed himself to insist.</|quote|>“He doesn’t write. And I | ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?”<|quote|>Hugh allowed himself to insist.</|quote|>“He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady | far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?”<|quote|>Hugh allowed himself ... | of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomag... | to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we... | really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a... | the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with... | by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of t... | The Outcry |
“He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” | Grace | Hugh allowed himself to insist.<|quote|>“He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.”</|quote|>“And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once | a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist.<|quote|>“He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.”</|quote|>“And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” | doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist.<|quote|>“He doesn’t write. And I don’t... | pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? ... | and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! A... | blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiti... | so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she sti... | gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, howeve... | The Outcry |
“And Lady Sandgate?” | Crimble | And I don’t write either.”<|quote|>“And Lady Sandgate?”</|quote|>Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t | to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.”<|quote|>“And Lady Sandgate?”</|quote|>Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” | said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.”<|quote|>“And Lady Sandgate?”</|quote|>... | league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even t... | some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splen... | now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only... | bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a clo... | him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a po... | The Outcry |
Hugh once more ventured. | No speaker | write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?”<|quote|>Hugh once more ventured.</|quote|>“Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ | doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?”<|quote|>Hugh once more ventured.</|quote|>“Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, | “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?”<|quote|>Hugh once more ventured.</|... | joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said La... | awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange... | on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at... | to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is ... | more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed,... | The Outcry |
“Doesn’t _she_ write?” | Crimble | Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured.<|quote|>“Doesn’t _she_ write?”</|quote|>“Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the | don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured.<|quote|>“Doesn’t _she_ write?”</|quote|>“Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other | it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured.<|quote|>“Doesn’t _she_ write... | now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt ... | of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow se... | as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as a... | golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-ligh... | the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit... | The Outcry |
“Doesn’t _she_ hear?” | Crimble | more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?”<|quote|>“Doesn’t _she_ hear?”</|quote|>said the young man, treating | “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?”<|quote|>“Doesn’t _she_ hear?”</|quote|>said the young man, treating the other form of the | on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?”<|quote|>“Doesn’t ... | the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a d... | in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciou... | Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that... | authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That... | signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hu... | The Outcry |
said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. | No speaker | _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?”<|quote|>said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive.</|quote|>“I’ve asked her not to | Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?”<|quote|>said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive.</|quote|>“I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- | Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?”<|quote|>s... | of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her com... | “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? T... | however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one... | quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, ... | the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and... | The Outcry |
“I’ve asked her not to tell me,” | Grace | question as a shade evasive.<|quote|>“I’ve asked her not to tell me,”</|quote|>his friend replied-- “that is | the other form of the question as a shade evasive.<|quote|>“I’ve asked her not to tell me,”</|quote|>his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” | from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive.<|quote|>“I’ve asked h... | “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I?... | thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ... | for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “whe... | last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experie... | I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a... | The Outcry |
his friend replied-- | No speaker | her not to tell me,”<|quote|>his friend replied--</|quote|>“that is if he simply | a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,”<|quote|>his friend replied--</|quote|>“that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as | doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,”<|quote|>his friend rep... | uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed... | said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of ... | course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as int... | a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my... | some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splen... | The Outcry |
“that is if he simply holds out.” | Grace | tell me,” his friend replied--<|quote|>“that is if he simply holds out.”</|quote|>“So that as she doesn’t | “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied--<|quote|>“that is if he simply holds out.”</|quote|>“So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear | allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied--<|quote|>“that is if he... | Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He d... | couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps u... | that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to n... | friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She loo... | grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a s... | The Outcry |
“So that as she doesn’t tell you” | Crimble | if he simply holds out.”<|quote|>“So that as she doesn’t tell you”</|quote|>--Hugh was clear for the | his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.”<|quote|>“So that as she doesn’t tell you”</|quote|>--Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does | And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.”<|quote|>“So that as she doesn’t te... | isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lad... | his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league... | life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea... | with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a ... | great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it ti... | The Outcry |
--Hugh was clear for the inference-- | No speaker | as she doesn’t tell you”<|quote|>--Hugh was clear for the inference--</|quote|>“he of course does hold | simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you”<|quote|>--Hugh was clear for the inference--</|quote|>“he of course does hold out.” To which he added | Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you”<|quote|>--Hugh was clear for the infe... | Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “D... | yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now t... | for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar trul... | still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on you... | to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, ne... | The Outcry |
“he of course does hold out.” | Crimble | was clear for the inference--<|quote|>“he of course does hold out.”</|quote|>To which he added almost | she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference--<|quote|>“he of course does hold out.”</|quote|>To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched | _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference--<|quote|>“he of course does hold out.”</|quote... | a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _... | those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expen... | only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seeme... | cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view M... | declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in hi... | The Outcry |
To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: | No speaker | of course does hold out.”<|quote|>To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her:</|quote|>“But your case is really | clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.”<|quote|>To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her:</|quote|>“But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it | the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.”<|quote|>To which he added almost accusingly while his ey... | companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the youn... | fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have... | given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “A... | comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep we... | question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Y... | The Outcry |
“But your case is really bad.” | Grace | while his eyes searched her:<|quote|>“But your case is really bad.”</|quote|>She confessed to it after | which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her:<|quote|>“But your case is really bad.”</|quote|>She confessed to it after a moment, but as if | a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her:<|quote|>“But your case is really bad.”</|quote|>S... | I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve... | cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose L... | self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight... | to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of... | there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and t... | The Outcry |
She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. | No speaker | your case is really bad.”<|quote|>She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it.</|quote|>“My case is really bad.” | his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.”<|quote|>She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it.</|quote|>“My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of | not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.”<|quote|>She confessed to it after a moment, but as ... | Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his... | of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t lang... | line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked t... | recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Stil... | Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of ... | The Outcry |
“My case is really bad.” | Grace | as if vaguely enjoying it.<|quote|>“My case is really bad.”</|quote|>He had a vividness of | it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it.<|quote|>“My case is really bad.”</|quote|>He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And | out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it.<|quote|>“My case is really bad.”</|quote|>He had a... | write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tel... | Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indee... | about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost kee... | She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light... | humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh ... | The Outcry |
He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 | No speaker | “My case is really bad.”<|quote|>He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197</|quote|>“And it’s I who--all too | as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.”<|quote|>He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197</|quote|>“And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve | doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.”<|quote|>He had a vividness of impatience and co... | either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear f... | ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spare... | the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and... | as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break--... | never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which m... | The Outcry |
“And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” | Crimble | of impatience and contrition. 197<|quote|>“And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?”</|quote|>“I’ve made it so myself,” | bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197<|quote|>“And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?”</|quote|>“I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high | “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197<|quote|>“And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--h... | _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he add... | take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too ... | worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the ... | of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the ey... | tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. ... | The Outcry |
“I’ve made it so myself,” | Grace | too blunderingly!--have made it so?”<|quote|>“I’ve made it so myself,”</|quote|>she said with a high | 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?”<|quote|>“I’ve made it so myself,”</|quote|>she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the | added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?”<|quote|>“I’ve made it so myself,”... | treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But y... | you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck w... | seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Pap... | keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adop... | me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to h... | The Outcry |
she said with a high head-shake, | No speaker | “I’ve made it so myself,”<|quote|>she said with a high head-shake,</|quote|>“and you, on the contrary--!” | too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,”<|quote|>she said with a high head-shake,</|quote|>“and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her | eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,”<|quote|>she said with a high head-shake,<... | the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” Sh... | Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you do... | here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three... | Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide... | then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed str... | The Outcry |
“and you, on the contrary--!” | Grace | said with a high head-shake,<|quote|>“and you, on the contrary--!”</|quote|>But here she checked her | made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake,<|quote|>“and you, on the contrary--!”</|quote|>But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, | is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake,<|quote|>“and you, on the contrary--!”</|qu... | “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment,... | “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I?... | Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothi... | in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear g... | there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself... | The Outcry |
But here she checked her emphasis. | No speaker | “and you, on the contrary--!”<|quote|>But here she checked her emphasis.</|quote|>“Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through | said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!”<|quote|>But here she checked her emphasis.</|quote|>“Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help | to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!”<|quote|>But here she checked her emphasis.... | tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjo... | doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t wri... | of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate t... | he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped o... | “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly ... | The Outcry |
“Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” | Grace | here she checked her emphasis.<|quote|>“Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!”</|quote|>And he pressed to get | you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis.<|quote|>“Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!”</|quote|>And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve | as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis.<|quote|>“Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, th... | is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He ... | the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And ... | day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of i... | Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’... | doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t wri... | The Outcry |
And he pressed to get more at the truth. | No speaker | horrid silence, to help you!”<|quote|>And he pressed to get more at the truth.</|quote|>“You’ve so quite fatally displeased | I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!”<|quote|>And he pressed to get more at the truth.</|quote|>“You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as | had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!”<|quote|>And he pressed ... | tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “A... | said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ve... | cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose i... | for the case, “if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly ... | line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked t... | The Outcry |
“You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” | Crimble | get more at the truth.<|quote|>“You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?”</|quote|>“To the last point--as I | you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth.<|quote|>“You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?”</|quote|>“To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not | it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth.<|quote|>“You’ve so quite fatally disp... | of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it ... | drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _sh... | on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there... | “It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you hav... | girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” sa... | The Outcry |
“To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” | Grace | so quite fatally displeased him?”<|quote|>“To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,”</|quote|>she explained; “it’s to the | more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?”<|quote|>“To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,”</|quote|>she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given | it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?”<|quote|>“To the last point--as I tell yo... | which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,... | seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, tre... | cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in it... | the eye?” Hugh had jumped to her idea, but he adopted it only to provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s ... | talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t... | The Outcry |
she explained; | No speaker | not to that I refer,”<|quote|>she explained;</|quote|>“it’s to the ground of | I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,”<|quote|>she explained;</|quote|>“it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And | you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,”<|quote|>she explained;</|quote|>“it’s to the g... | really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she ch... | him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tel... | Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!”... | provide: “It might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defi... | about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost kee... | The Outcry |
“it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” | Grace | that I refer,” she explained;<|quote|>“it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.”</|quote|>And then as this but | you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained;<|quote|>“it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.”</|quote|>And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it | the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained;<|quote|>“it’s to the ground of complain... | She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emp... | Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his... | every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh i... | might if he didn’t now wear goggles, so to say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And ... | danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its traj... | The Outcry |
And then as this but left him blank, | No speaker | of complaint I’ve given _you_.”<|quote|>And then as this but left him blank,</|quote|>“It’s time--it was at once | explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.”<|quote|>And then as this but left him blank,</|quote|>“It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she | I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.”<|quote|>And then as this but left him blank,... | if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our h... | to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So ... | of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudes... | say!--clapped on him too hard by Pappendick’s so damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the ho... | when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note t... | The Outcry |
“It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” | Grace | this but left him blank,<|quote|>“It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,”</|quote|>she pursued; “and yet if | given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank,<|quote|>“It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,”</|quote|>she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to | help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank,<|quote|>“It’s time--it was at once time--that you should... | bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed... | write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was c... | the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, ... | damnably perverse opinion.” With which, however, he quickly bethought himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, ... | the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And ... | The Outcry |
she pursued; | No speaker | once time--that you should know,”<|quote|>she pursued;</|quote|>“and yet if it’s hard | blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,”<|quote|>she pursued;</|quote|>“and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as | the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,”<|quote|>she pursued;</|quote|>“and yet if... | 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally dis... | “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To whi... | of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow se... | himself. “Ah, of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it... | far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insis... | The Outcry |
“and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” | Grace | you should know,” she pursued;<|quote|>“and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.”</|quote|>She made her sad and | time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued;<|quote|>“and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.”</|quote|>She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing | “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued;<|quote|>“and yet if it’s hard for me to... | it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased h... | write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added alm... | wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem con... | of course, these wretched days, you haven’t known of Pappendick’s personal visit. After that wire from Verona I wired him back defiance--” “And that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to... | with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the othe... | The Outcry |
She made her sad and beautiful effort. | No speaker | write. But there it is.”<|quote|>She made her sad and beautiful effort.</|quote|>“The last thing before he | was impossible for me to write. But there it is.”<|quote|>She made her sad and beautiful effort.</|quote|>“The last thing before he left us I let the | to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.”<|quote|>She made her sad and beautiful effort.</|quote|>“The las... | contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given... | to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely e... | light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League o... | that brought him?” she cried. “To do the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, wit... | tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. ... | The Outcry |
“The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” | Grace | her sad and beautiful effort.<|quote|>“The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.”</|quote|>“You mean--?” But he could | there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort.<|quote|>“The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.”</|quote|>“You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered | _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort.<|quote|>“The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.... | “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “I... | is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He ... | stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pit... | the honest thing, yes--I _will_ say for him: to renew, for full assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to... | every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, som... | The Outcry |
“You mean--?” | Crimble | I let the picture go.”<|quote|>“You mean--?”</|quote|>But he could only wonder--till, | thing before he left us I let the picture go.”<|quote|>“You mean--?”</|quote|>But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. | at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.”<|quote|>“You mean--?”</|quote|>But he could only wonder--till, however... | he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “a... | you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it... | loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as ... | assurance, his early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So ... | No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t writ... | The Outcry |
But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. | No speaker | the picture go.” “You mean--?”<|quote|>But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him.</|quote|>“You gave up your protest?” | he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?”<|quote|>But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him.</|quote|>“You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. | time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?”<|quote|>But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered up... | to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if i... | was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--al... | And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take i... | early memory of our picture.” She hung upon it. “But only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --... | to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as... | The Outcry |
“You gave up your protest?” | Crimble | however, it glimmered upon him.<|quote|>“You gave up your protest?”</|quote|>“I gave up my protest. | But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him.<|quote|>“You gave up your protest?”</|quote|>“I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far | hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him.<|quote|>“You gave up your protest?”</|quote|>“I gave up my ... | displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was imposs... | out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it s... | the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _... | only to stick then to what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wh... | And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” ... | The Outcry |
“I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” | Grace | “You gave up your protest?”<|quote|>“I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.”</|quote|>Her poor friend turned pale | however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?”<|quote|>“I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.”</|quote|>Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock | as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?”<|quote|>“I gave up my protest. I told him that--so fa... | point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But ther... | almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with... | plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, add... | what he had telegraphed?” “To declare that for _him_, lackaday! our thing’s a pure Moretto--and to declare as much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her... | Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” ... | The Outcry |
Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. | No speaker | might do as he liked.”<|quote|>Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace.</|quote|>“You leave me to struggle | that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.”<|quote|>Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace.</|quote|>“You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to | and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.”<|quote|>Her poor friend turned pale at the ... | complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let th... | a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wante... | Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At fa... | much, moreover, with all the weight of his authority, to Bender himself, who of course made a point of seeing him.” “So that Bender” --she followed and wondered-- “is, as a consequence, wholly off?” It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ o... | he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she ... | The Outcry |
“You leave me to struggle alone?” | Crimble | convulsion in a gay grimace.<|quote|>“You leave me to struggle alone?”</|quote|>“I leave you to struggle | surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace.<|quote|>“You leave me to struggle alone?”</|quote|>“I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in | up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace.<|quote|>“You leave me to struggle alone?”</|quote|>“I leave you t... | see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concer... | so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refe... | it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assuran... | It made her friend’s humour play up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a p... | man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “... | The Outcry |
“I leave you to struggle alone.” | Grace | leave me to struggle alone?”<|quote|>“I leave you to struggle alone.”</|quote|>He took it in bewilderingly, | in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?”<|quote|>“I leave you to struggle alone.”</|quote|>He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to | that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?”<|quote|>“I leave you to struggle alone.”</|quote|>He took... | to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.... | high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to ... | brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--h... | up in his acute-ness. “Bender, Lady Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “i... | crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked--... | The Outcry |
He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. | No speaker | leave you to struggle alone.”<|quote|>He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism.</|quote|>“Ah well, you decided, I | me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.”<|quote|>He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism.</|quote|>“Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal | do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.”<|quote|>He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the... | She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pal... | contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given... | himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doe... | Grace, is, by the law of his being, never ‘wholly’ off--or on!--anything. He lives, like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as rea... | out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of imp... | The Outcry |
“Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” | Crimble | to the heroic, for optimism.<|quote|>“Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.”</|quote|>“Yes; a reason came up, | bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism.<|quote|>“Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.”</|quote|>“Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to | of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism.<|quote|>“Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new pe... | I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang o... | silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you sh... | spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sand... | like the moon, in mid-air, shedding his silver light on earth; never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quit... | air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady ... | The Outcry |
“Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” | Grace | on some new personal ground.”<|quote|>“Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.”</|quote|>She paused; Hugh waited for | well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.”<|quote|>“Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.”</|quote|>She pau... | too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.”<|quote|>“Yes; a reason came up, a reaso... | wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion i... | the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me... | it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Does... | never quite gone, yet never _all_ there--save for inappreciable moments. He _would_ be in eclipse as a peril, I grant,” Hugh went on-- “if the question had struck him as really closed. But luckily the blessed Press--which is a pure heavenly joy and now quite immense on it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which m... | bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief h... | The Outcry |
She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and | No speaker | way to meet the strain.”<|quote|>She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and</|quote|>“I gave him my word | I mention was my only way to meet the strain.”<|quote|>She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and</|quote|>“I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she | new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.”<|quote|>She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and</|q... | the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a r... | you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave u... | once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course do... | it--keeps it open as wide as Piccadilly.” “Which makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a ... | “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To whi... | The Outcry |
“I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” | Grace | waited for something further, and<|quote|>“I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,”</|quote|>she wound up. He turned | the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and<|quote|>“I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,”</|quote|>she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in | a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and<|quote|>“I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,”</|quote... | yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked... | it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I t... | hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while hi... | makes, however,” Lady Grace discriminated, “for the danger of a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be fo... | But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her... | The Outcry |
she wound up. He turned it over. | No speaker | word I wouldn’t help you,”<|quote|>she wound up. He turned it over.</|quote|>“To _act_ in the matter--I | and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,”<|quote|>she wound up. He turned it over.</|quote|>“To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the | and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,”<|quote|>she wound up. He turned it over.</|quote|>“To _act... | leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went... | it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!-... | of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.”... | a grab.” “Ah, but all the more for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. Th... | you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade ... | The Outcry |
“To _act_ in the matter--I see.” | Crimble | up. He turned it over.<|quote|>“To _act_ in the matter--I see.”</|quote|>“To act in the matter” | wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over.<|quote|>“To _act_ in the matter--I see.”</|quote|>“To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- | went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over.<|quote|>“To _act_ in the matter--I see.”</|quote|>“To act in the ma... | you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to ... | But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor... | “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment,... | for the shame of a surrender! Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “whe... | him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me... | The Outcry |
“To act in the matter” | Grace | _act_ in the matter--I see.”<|quote|>“To act in the matter”</|quote|>--she went through with it-- | He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.”<|quote|>“To act in the matter”</|quote|>--she went through with it-- “after the high stand I | So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.”<|quote|>“To act in the matter”</|quote|>--she went through with it-- “... | it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal s... | her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the ... | me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying ... | Of course I admit that when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as ... | I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve... | The Outcry |
--she went through with it-- | No speaker | “To act in the matter”<|quote|>--she went through with it--</|quote|>“after the high stand I | _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter”<|quote|>--she went through with it--</|quote|>“after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied | word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter”<|quote|>--she went through with it--</|quote|>“after the high sta... | again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way ... | “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but ... | is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He ... | when it’s a question of a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note t... | the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” Sh... | The Outcry |
“after the high stand I had taken.” | Grace | --she went through with it--<|quote|>“after the high stand I had taken.”</|quote|>Still he studied it. “I | “To act in the matter” --she went through with it--<|quote|>“after the high stand I had taken.”</|quote|>Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you | I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it--<|quote|>“after the high stand I had taken.”</|quote|>Still he... | for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She pa... | left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed th... | out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of imp... | a life spent, like his, in waiting, acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great id... | But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor... | The Outcry |
Subsets and Splits
No community queries yet
The top public SQL queries from the community will appear here once available.