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You must take into consideration natural capacity. After listening to him for an hour or two my mind would wander. I could not help it. The careless laughter of uninformed middle-aged gentlemen and ladies would creep to me from the croquet lawn or from the billiard-room. I longed to be among them. Sometimes I would battle with my lower nature. What did they know? What could they tell me?
And now, in September, his experiments had advanced so far that he had ventured to invite Austin, Gerald, Lansing, and Edgerton Lawn, of the Lawn Nitro-Powder Company, to witness a few tests at his cottage laboratory on Storm Head; but at the same time he informed them with characteristic modesty that he was not yet prepared to guarantee the explosive.
The new dress was not in the best of taste and its loud checks made dainty Louise shudder, but somehow Hetty seemed far more feminine than before, and she had, moreover, washed herself carefully and tried to arrange her rebellious hair. "This place is doing me good," she confided to her girl employers, after dinner, when they were seated in a group upon the lawn.
As they paused to admire the beautiful flower beds on the Nesbit lawn Jessica said: "Have you inquired Miriam's favorite perfume?" "Oh, yes," answered Grace. "She said she liked them all and had no favorites." "Why are all these strange young women breaking into my premises?" demanded a voice behind them. "David Nesbit," cried Grace, "where have you been all this time?
Harder came the rain, pouring out of a windless sky, and spattering up from the notice-boards of the house-agents, which lay in a row on the lawn where Charles had hurled them. She must have interviewed Charles in another world where one did have interviews. How Helen would revel in such a notion! Charles dead, all people dead, nothing alive but houses and gardens.
He was walking across the lawn toward the landing stage on the river, and still felt all around him, under the dome of golden evening, an Old World savor and reverberation in that riverhaunted garden.
Golf, tennis, swimming, and sleep had filled the day, and it was a crowd in high spirits that gathered round Mrs. Friend for tea on the lawn, somewhere about five o'clock. Lucy, who had reached that stage of fatigue the night before when like Peter Dale, only for different reasons her bed became her worst enemy, had scarcely slept a wink, but was nevertheless presiding gaily over the tea-table.
"The Nook, Nunsmere, Surrey, will always find me." "Nunsmere?" He paused, pencil in hand, and looked up at her as she stood framed in the railway carriage window. "I nearly bought a house there last year. I was looking out for one with a lawn reaching down to a main railway track. This one had it." "Penton Court?" "Yes. That was the name." "It's still unsold," laughed Zora idly.
Cayley was walking across the lawn towards them, a big, heavy-shouldered man, with one of those strong, clean-shaven, ugly faces which can never quite be called plain. "Bad luck on Cayley," said Bill. "I say, ought I to tell him how sorry I am and all that sort of thing? It seems so dashed inadequate." "I shouldn't bother," said Antony.
And " Here she pauses, and her eyes fix themselves upon a break in the belt of firs, low down, at the end of the lawn. "Ah," she says, with a swift blush, "you see I shall be wanted at my post for a little while longer, because here is Mr. Gower, at last!" The "at last" is intolerably flattering, though it is a question if the new comer hears it.
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