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Updated: June 4, 2025
"It's late," said the man at the other end. "And getting later every minute," I said. "Buck along, laddie." I waited patiently. I had missed my beauty-sleep, and my feet had frozen hard, but I was past regrets. "What is the matter?" said Mary's voice. "My feet are cold," I said. "But I didn't call you up to tell you that particularly. I've just been chatting with Bobbie, Mrs. Cardew."
I shall manage it." "They ought to allow you a latch-key." "Yes, I've often thought of asking my pater for one. Still, I get on very well. Who are coming besides me?" "No boarders. They all funked it." "The race is degenerating." "Said it wasn't good enough." "The school is going to the dogs. Who did you ask?" "Clowes was one. Said he didn't want to miss his beauty-sleep.
There will be an hour for beauty-sleep before the sun rises," he continued with the same wide smile with which he greeted her first. Then he lifted up the curtain and passed out into the night. Following him, Fleda saw that the Romanys had broken camp, and only a small handful remained, among them the woman who had befriended her. Fleda went up to her: "I will never forget you," she said.
"An Irishman," said Miss O'Kelly, "would have taken advantage of me slumbers, and would have kissed me hand." "An Englishman will do it when you are awake," said the earl. "That's nice," said Miss O'Kelly; "run away home now, and get your beauty-sleep." During the following week the cardinal was so occupied with his poor that he nearly forgot his rich.
"Now, then, there is the dear old lady moon to look down upon us, and nothing else can see us." "Why don't you go to bed, Nora? Hannah would say that you are losing your beauty-sleep sitting up at this, hour." "As if anything about me mattered just now," said Nora. "Why, what's up?" "The old thing, Terry; you must know what's up." "What old thing? I am sure I can't guess."
All through the months of February and March I woke to the bell that woke the brothers to their prayers before daybreak and burst the beauty-sleep of the hotel-dwellers, who have so far outnumbered the monks since the obliteration of the once neighboring villa.
"I can't go on losing my beauty-sleep in this fashion," said Lydia to herself. "I do look such a horrid fright the next day." When Judith had gone to Standon Square, Bertie yawned, stretched himself, got out his little writing-case and sat down to write a letter.
"He is always at your side." "Save your lecture until to-morrow. I am sure it will keep. Do please ring the bell for my maid; it is nearly eleven o'clock, and I must not lose my beauty-sleep."
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