Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
"Molly, Molly," gulped Billy, "I am so ill I'm going to die here on the floor," and he sank into my arms. Elinor gave her a loving look, and Patricia, appropriating a corner of her big muff, gave her hand a surreptitious squeeze. "I don't agree with that theory. There are flaws in it.".
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
The negress laughed with scornful doubt.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
I believe it will be a real relief to write down how I feel about him in his old book, and I shall do it whenever I can't stand him any longer; and if he gave the horrid, red leather thing to me to make me miserable he can't do it; not this spring! I wish I dare burn it up and forget about it, but I daren't! This record on the first page is enough to reduce me—to tears, and I wonder why it doesn't.
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
Patricia, with her mind wholly on her own absorbing business, gave scant attention. "He seems to have been very confidential," said Isabella, scornfully, "and from what I have seen, Dido, he has some influence over you." "No, indeed!" cried Patricia. "It's sweet of them to like it!" "Dido!" repeated Lady Meg, thoughtfully. "I have heard Mr. Alymer and Mr. Sarby talking about her. A negress, is she not?".
298 people found this
review helpful