Saksagan

Her companion looked cheerful and secure. “How can you, without knowing?”“Oh, by guessing! It`s not?”But that was as far as Mrs. Dyott could get. “It`s not,” said Maud, “anyone you`ve ever seen.”“Ah, then, I...

Maud repeated her motion. “Not so right, at all events, as he thinks he is. Or perhaps I can say,” she went on, after an instant, “that I`m not so wrong. I do know...

Mrs. Dyott promptly echoed the question. “You have to be in, you know, to get out. So there you are already with your relation. It`s the end of your goodness.”“And the beginning,” said Voyt,...

Her listener gave these arguments his very best attention. “Of course you may call things anything you like speak of them as one thing and mean quite another. But why should it depend on...

“You`d show then the most beautiful specimen conceivable” and Voyt addresssed himself to Maud. “But doesn`t it prove that life is, against your contention, more interesting than art? Life you embellish and elevate; but...

At this she again met his eyes. “Oh, to tell it would be to express it, and that`s just what I can`t do. What I meant to say just now,” she added, “was that...

I only alluded,” said Voyt, “to the tremendous conscience of your sex. It s more than mihe can keep up with. You take everything too hard. But if you can`t read the novel of...

It was in fact Mrs. Blessingbourne, who had under her arm the book she had gone up for a pair of covers that this time showed a pretty, a candid blue. She was followed...

He was still looking, in the chimney-glass, at the state of his beard brushing from it, with his handkerchief, the traces of wind and wet. “If she also then prefers me when I`m nasty,...

Neither responsibility could in fact have been fixed upon him, and just now, at all events, he was only a pleasant, weather- washed, wind-battered Briton, who brought in from a struggle with the elements...