The sacrifices of friendship were beautiful in her eyes as long as she was not asked to make them.
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The sacrifices of friendship were beautiful in her eyes as long as she was not asked to make them.
Eleanor hated boys, and she would have liked to have whipped this one long and often. It was perhaps the yearning of a woman who had no children of her own.
But, good gracious, you've got to educate him first. You can't expect a boy to be vicious till he's been to a good school.
To be among people who are smothered in furs when one hasn't any oneself makes one want to break most of the Commandments.
I found everyone talking nervously and feverishly of the weather and the war in South Africa, except Reginald, who was reclining in a comfortable chair with the dreamy, far-away look that a volcano might wear just after it had desolated entire villages.
I came here to get freedom from the inane interruptions of the mentally deficient, but it seems I asked too much of fate.
And they tried to rag me in the smoking room about not being able to hit a bird at five yards, a sort of bovine ragging that suggested cows buzzing round a gadfly and thinking they were teasing it. So I got up the next morning at early dawn, I know it was dawn, because there were lark-noises in the sky, and the grass looked as if it had been left out all night.
A beautifully constructed borsch, such as you are going to experience presently, ought not only to banish conversation but almost to annihilate thought.
It is an admitted fact that the ordinary tomtit of commerce has a sounder aesthetic taste than the average female relative in the country.
Madame was not best pleased at being contradicted on a professional matter, and when Madame lost her temper you usually found it afterwards in the bill.