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‘Yet how many married women put up with it nowadays?’ said Miranda; ‘aren’t there ever so many wives who condone their husband’s infidelity, and endure it as best they can, for the sake of the children, or for social reasons, or because they’re sufficiently attached to the man to prefer a share of him to life alone without him? And what is that but countenancing polygyny?’
Nicolette heaved a sigh of relief as the front door shut for the last time, and turned with sparkling eyes to Pelleas. ‘Hasn’t it been a success?’ she said enthusiastically. ‘Not bad,’ said Pelleas. ‘Aren’t the flowers lovely, and haven’t I made the rooms look sweet? Don’t you think it was all done very nicely, dear? I
You are Karamazov, Karamazov!” the boys shouted, laughing. “Come, all throw at him at once!” and six stones flew at the boy. One struck the boy on the head and he fell down, but at once leapt up and began ferociously returning their fire. Both sides threw stones incessantly. Many of the group had their pockets full too. “What are you about! Aren’t you ashamed? Six against one!
“You’re all alone this time, sweet lady, aren’t you?” he asked with easy nonchalance, as he lounged into the hall without waiting her bidding. “Sir!” said Marcia, half frightened, half wondering. But he smiled reassuringly down upon her and took the door knob in his own hands to close the door. “Your good man is out this time, isn’t he?” he smiled again most delightfully.
Perhaps time will heal me; I shall depart—for a long absence.” “Thaddeus,” interrupted his uncle, “that is a strange way of being in love, to run away from one’s belovèd. It is well that you are frank; you see, you would have committed an act of folly by going away. But what should you say if I helped you to obtain Zosia? Hey? Well, aren’t you jumping for joy?”
He recoiled from it with sombre aversion when urged by Mrs Verloc, who said at last: “Aren’t your feet wet? You had better put on your slippers. You aren’t going out any more this evening.” Mr Verloc intimated by morose grunts and signs that his feet were not wet, and that anyhow he did not care. The proposal as to slippers was disregarded as beneath his notice.
Mamma reads them and hides them under her pillow and I steal them.” “Aren’t you ashamed to destroy yourself?” “I want to destroy myself. There’s a boy here, who lay down between the railway lines when the train was passing. Lucky fellow! Listen, your brother is being tried now for murdering his father and every one loves his having killed his father.” “Loves his having killed his father?”
“Oh, you can sigh for adventure, if you wish,” yawned Eph. “As for me, I’ve had enough hard work to appreciate a rest once in a while. Going into the town to-night, Jack?” “Into town?” laughed the young skipper. “I went last night—and some of the folks didn’t do a thing to me, did they?” “Aren’t you going to report the robbery to the police?” demanded Hal, opening his eyes in surprise.
“So you’ll hit a man from behind! They tell the truth, then, when they say that you attack on the sly,” said Alyosha, turning round again. This time the boy threw a stone savagely right into Alyosha’s face; but Alyosha just had time to guard himself, and the stone struck him on the elbow. “Aren’t you ashamed? What have I done to you?” he cried.
‘Where are you going, Gilbert?’ said Rose, one evening, shortly after tea, when I had been busy with the farm all day. ‘To take a walk,’ was the reply. ‘Do you always brush your hat so carefully, and do your hair so nicely, and put on such smart new gloves when you take a walk?’ ‘Not always.’ ‘You’re going to Wildfell Hall, aren’t you?’ ‘What makes you think so?’
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