He had dreamed that 'Someone came, and that whoever it was had promised to return with water. And then he'd sunk back into the dark again. He felt crushed by disappointment, but made no further attempt to try to get up. He was too weak now, and that last horrible effort had convinced him that bot...
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"That stream is more like a river than—" ''Papa! My dumplings!" squealed Fanny. ''Eh?" He paused to stare at her. She bent protectively over her bowl of dough. "You're dripping all over them." ''Oh. Sorry, Fan." He sniffed. "Jove, that smells good! Stew for lunch? Stew's common, so Dale says. But...
The spirited animal Mr. Redmond had rented in Black Combe sidled about, eager to go, but Charity was just as eager to stop. She looked about for her husband and discovered him riding down the hill towards her, closing a telescoping glass. Mildly puzzled, she remarked that she'd not known he had a...
His earlier suspicion that Miss Brown possessed neither of these traits was borne out the following morning. He awoke feeling renewed and, intending to repay Diccon in whatever way he was able, left his blankets so as to start the fire. Miss Brown, however, was before him. Not only was the fire b...
Her experience at the wedding with the plain gown Strand had selected and the compliments it had won her had taught her much. Now, with Judith's figure much improved, Miss Wallace said they could afford to be a little less spartan, and Judith plunged happily into a glorious world of India muslins...
The General had been at first amused, then irked by Tyndale's quiet insistence that he must leave, but had capitulated at last. Since Devenish would not draw back from his promise to accompany his cousin, the end result was that they all would go. "If only," grunted Sir Andrew, "to detairmine if ...
Graham would not be comforted. In a highly agitated state, the little lady gestured dramatically all along the upstairs corridor. Her sister-in-law, she mourned, would be furious, and there was not a bit of use to pretend innocence, for she never had been any good at dissembling, and Carlotta wou...
The hammering had ceased, which would account for her having been able to sleep. She was thinking that the Duke was probably responsible for the peace and quiet when she heard his voice drifting from the fireplace. It would be wicked to listen. There was, surely, nothing more contemptible than an...