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Do you know that some people hate her?" "Impossible!" "They do." "Who do?" "The young-old women of her time, the young-old Edwardian women. She dates them. She shows them up by looking as she does. She is their contemporary, and she has the impertinence to be old. And they can't forgive her for it." "I understand," said Craven.
He was still scrupulously considerate, almost too scrupulously tender; but with a tinge of lassitude, like a man who tries to keep up under the stupefying approach of illness. And she began to hate the power by which she held him.
He will not throw the whole thing over, through fear of schism, loyalty to a party from which he cannot well detach himself, and because he does not think that the public is quite tired enough of its toy. He will neither preach nor write against it, but he will live lukewarmly against it, and this is what the Hankys hate. They can stand either hot or cold, but they are afraid of lukewarm.
And he knew that Christ was the eternal Son of God, the same yesterday, to- day, and for ever; that He had not changed since Moses' time, and could never change; that what He forbade in Moses' time, hated in Moses' time, and avenged in Moses' time, He would forbid, and hate, and avenge for ever.
'Excuse me, said the bird, with an air of wounded dignity, 'I do SO HATE to seem to interfere, but surely you MUST mean the Phoenix and the carpet? It was on a Saturday that the children made their first glorious journey on the wishing carpet. Unless you are too young to read at all, you will know that the next day must have been Sunday.
"I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood"; with the keynotes of colour and of desolation struck; the lips of the hollow "dabbled with blood-red heath," the "red-ribb'd ledges," and "the flying gold of the ruin'd woodlands"; and the contrast in the picture of the child Maud "Maud the delight of the village, the ringing joy of the Hall."
"Please don't call me Kitty. I hate it." "It's a dear little name. That's what I'm going to call you when we are well, you know." "I don't know. What are you talking about?" "Oh, come now, Miss Rodney. Don't be so icy. What's up? Never mind don't tell me. I know. You're jealous of Connie." It was a bold stroke and it had an immediate effect. "Jealous!" she scoffed, but her cheeks went red.
I know more than one young man in past years who worked for the ticket and was just overflowin' with patriotism, but when he was knocked out by the civil service humbug he got to hate his country and became an Anarchist. This ain't no exaggeration. I have good reason for sayin' that most of the Anarchists in this city today are men who ran up against civil service examinations.
I don't believe I would, if the General hadn't been father's friend and if my 'bunkie' weren't wounded. He's all right, but he'll have to go back. I'd like to have his wound, but I'd hate to have to go back. The Colonel says he's sorry to lose me. He meant to make me a corporal, he says. I don't know what for but Hooray! "Brother was not in the fight, I suppose.
She looked from poor broken Teddy to him and back again. "Up to now," she said, "I've wanted you to go...." Tears came into her eyes. "I suppose I must let you go," she said. "Oh! I'd hate you not to go...." Section 14 "Good God! how old the Master looks!" cried Teddy suddenly. He was standing at the window, and as Mr. Direck came forward inquiringly he pointed to the figure of Mr.
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