Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
"Has he the will?" asks Mona, foolishly, but impulsively. "No, no," said Scarface, "we must not go there. Those are terrible birds; they will kill us." "You know what I mean," says Mona, reproachfully. "You needn't pretend you don't. And it is quite true that England does despise us.".
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
“Take care ole boy, you’ll trip on yer lip in another minute.”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
Billy entered with a cat under each arm. “Geewhillikins,” he introduced, “the best fighter in town,” and put down a stub-tailed, gray cat, half as large as the house pets, with “tom-cat” speaking from every hair of him. “I think mamma’s partial,—she lets sister’s cats come in the house, but not mine.”
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
"I dare say it is; but the fact remains. I don't know what is the matter with me. It is a barren feeling,—a longing, it may be, for something I can never obtain." "And what color becomes you? Blue? that would suit your eyes, and it was blue you used to wear last month." "There wasn't much society to go into," says Mona, "and I was only fifteen when staying with Aunt Anastasia. She," confidentially, "made rather a grand match for us, you know." (Lady Rodney grinds her teeth, and tells herself she is on the point of fainting.) "She married the Provost of Trinity College; but I don't think he did her any good. She is the oddest old thing! Even to think of her now makes me laugh. You should have seen her," says Mrs. Geoffrey, leaning back in her chair, and giving way to her usual merry laugh, that rings like a peal of silver bells, "with her wig that had little curls all over it, and her big poke-bonnet like a coal-scuttle!" "Then do so," returns he, quite gravely, not to be deceived by her very open attempts at dissimulation. "What made you unhappy in my absence?".
298 people found this
review helpful