Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
"I will, darlin', shurely," says Bridget, who adores the ground she walks on; and then, turning, she leaves her. Mona lays her hand on Geoffrey's arm. "You terrify me," says Geoffrey, with a grimace. "You think, then, that Mona is pretty?" "Dear Lady Rodney, you are really too kind," she says, in a tone soft and measured as usual, but without the sweetness. In her heart there is something that amounts as nearly to indignant anger as so thoroughly well-bred and well regulated a girl can feel. "You are better, I think," she says, calmly, without any settled foundation for the thought; and then she lays down the perfume-bottle, takes up her handkerchief, and, with a last unimportant word or two, walks out of the room..
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
Lucy looked at her father with an expression of surprise that vanished from her fine dramatic eyes in an instant.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
"What you talkin' 'bout, Bill? What thing? Who's it been clawin'? Hurry up, tell me."
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
She presses her hands still closer against her eyes, as though to shut out from her own mind the hatefulness of such a thought. And then, with a fresh effort, she brings herself back once more to the question that lies before her. Mrs. Rodney, however, has been foraging on her own account during this brief interlude, and now brings triumphantly to light a little basin filled with early snowdrops. "What a lovely necklace you are wearing!" They are both silent for a little while, and then Dorothy says, softly,—.
298 people found this
review helpful