Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
One day, speaking of Sir Nicholas to Lady Rodney, she had—as was most natural—called him "Nicholas." But she had been cast back upon herself and humiliated to the earth by his mother's look of cold disapproval and the emphasis she had laid upon the "Sir" Nicholas when next speaking of him. "Of the last time I heard any one sing," returns he, slowly. "I was comparing that singer very unfavorably with you. Your voice is so unlike what one usually hears in drawing-rooms." "Have they taught you to hate me already?" he asks, in a low, compressed tone, that make her nerves assert themselves..
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
Sprang from his heathery couch in haste’?”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
Moses, who was still in the dark as to the exact character of the entertainment planned, was all eagerness to get preliminaries over.
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
"Yes, let us," says Mona, gayly. "Is—is Violet Mansergh a pretty girl?" asks Mona, grasping instinctively at the fact that any one called Violet Mansergh may be a possible rival. "How strange!" says the duchess, with an amused smile. "Are you quite sure of that?" "If it was a political quip," says Violet, "I shouldn't care about it.".
298 people found this
review helpful