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He has analysed and diagnosed the exposed evil, always it seems with a certain tentativeness, and we are left to carry on his line of research; many of the difficulties of the problem are indicated, but no sovereign specific for the malady. Tono-Bungay touches only casually on the sex question.
I have before observed that this artist never fails of seizing the true and leading expression of whatever he touches: he has made this ornament the leading feature of the niche, expressing it, as in distance it is only expressible, by a zigzag.
Whatever touches him, his inner nature comes to the surface." "The man of understanding finds almost everything ridiculous; the man of thought scarcely anything." "Some one found fault with an elderly man for continuing to pay attention to young ladies. 'It is the only means, he replied, 'of keeping one's-self young, and everybody likes to do that."
"I fought a Scotchman in the Torwood," answered Henry Smith, "upon a doubt which was the better swordsman, which, you are aware, could not be known or decided without a trial. The poor fellow lost two fingers." "Pretty well for the most peaceful lad in Perth, who never touches a sword but in the way of his profession. Well, anything more to tell us?"
She was one of those typists who are at their best when they do not have to hurry. She was putting the finishing touches to the last of the batch, when there was a shuffling of feet in the outer room, followed by a knock on the door.
I have had some little scampers in my time, and I know how to manage matters. There is only one way for you to go." "What is that?" "You and I must go off and see Stephanotie; but we cannot do so until everyone is in bed." "How can we go then?" "We can easily climb down from this window. You see this pear-tree; it almost touches the window.
A few touches of bright colour, a picture or two, a book or two, some flowers, with furniture of the simplest amid these surroundings on the outskirts of the ruined village, with one of its capable, kindly faced women to run the ménage, Miss Polk lives and works, realising bit by bit the plans of the new Vitrimont, which have been drawn for her by the architect of the department, and following loyally old Lorraine traditions.
I had two on for a second, and had a number of touches from small Mahseer that I saw following the minnow, but failed to land anything, so alas! I can't swear I've caught a Mahseer yet or killed a jungle fowl my two small ambitions just now. G. collected seeds and roots of wild plants to send home, so she had a better bag than I had.
"I will be by Richford Park gates to-morrow at a quarter to nine. You speak of your heart. I suppose it is a habit. Be careful to put on a cloak or thick shawl; we have touches of frost. If I cannot amuse you, perhaps the nightingales will. Do you remember those of last year? I wonder whether we shall hear the same? we shall never hear the same."
Dipping further into the secrets of the post, we discover a brisk correspondence between Juliana Bonner and Mrs. Strike. 'A thousand thanks to you, my dear Miss Bonner, writes the latter lady. 'The unaffected interest you take in my brother touches me deeply. I know him to be worthy of your good opinion.
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