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"No, I am not. Anything but that; and to be rude"—slowly—"answers no purpose. But I have some common sense, I hope." "Your wife?" repeats she, in soft, lingering tones, and a little tender seraphic smile creeps into her eyes and lies lightly on her lips. "But I am not fit to be that, and——" Still she hesitates, though betraying no vulgar awkwardness or silly mauvaise honte. Indeed, the only sign of emotion she does show is a soft slow blush, that, mounting quickly, tips even her little ears with pink..
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"Will you take the dogcart?"I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
"No," she said, quietly "I may persuade her into doing what I want."
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"Have you ever read Shelley?" asks he, presently, puzzled by the extreme serenity of her manner. "Well for my part I hate people who sing a little. I always wish it was even less. I hold that they are a social nuisance, and ought to be put down by law. My eldest brother Nick sings really very well,—a charming tenor, you know, good enough to coax the birds off the bushes. He does all that sort of dilettante business,—paints, and reads tremendously about things dead and gone, that can't possibly advantage anybody. Understands old china as well as most people (which isn't saying much), and I think—but as yet this statement is unsupported—I think he writes poetry." He moves as though to take up the pistol again; but Mona is beforehand with him, and, closing her fingers round it, holds it firmly. Mona hesitates, then says, shyly, with downcast eyes,—.
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