My dear, she said, Ive been meaning to ask
yousomething for the last day or two.
ButI dont think many of you can possibly understand
his play.
Such glorious weather-but trying, isnt
it?
There are all sorts of places to live on this hill,
Mrs. She was shorterthan Pauline and her eyes looked up at the girl almost
anxiously. A little up theroad, concealed in the shadow, he waited. I always think
any weatherstrying, heat or cold. Probably your friend was a very self-centred. A
liftingpalpitation took her; she shuddered.
Later in the day, lying unsleeping but contented in
her bed, Mrs. A liftingpalpitation took her; she shuddered. There are all sorts of
places to live on this hill, Mrs.
Pauline said, Grandmother doesnt care for
elocution. Her grave: who walked on, orwas it from, her grave? Or else verseand
plays and all art are more of dreams than they need be. Has anyone you know been
seeing themselves? He went back tohis usual seat at the corner of his large table,
and put down hiscigar. He was interrupted by Myrtle, who, leaning eagerly forward,
said:O, Mr.
The contention was the onlyequilibrium of that
haunter of the Hill, and was pain.
It was applied also and active; it was the means as
itwas the end. Then, dimpling andgurgling, she added: Hes been very kind to me.
Would you forgive meif I deserted you too?
Hethought for a moment she was Adela, and then knew
she was not. Anstruther, and seeming to become a little quieter as shedid so. She
endured her own nature andsupposed it to be the burden of anothers. Whenshe was
dead, she might be able to say Stanhopes poetryproperly.
Then it would be betterfor you to be there, she
said. I do, Pauline said with a heartfelt throb of assent, moreearnestly than she
knew.
There are all sorts of places to live on this hill,
Mrs.
I always think any weatherstrying, heat or cold.
Anstruther said mildly, is quite often aterrible thing-a frightening good.