United States or Nicaragua ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
You've plotted and schemed to get me into your power!... There! Do you feel the life going out of you?... My sister, indeed! You!... You scum of the earth! You ..." "James!" The sound of Pamela's voice unnerved him. His fit of passion was spent. She dragged him easily away. "Don't be a fool, Jimmy!" she begged. "You can't settle accounts like that." "Can't I?" he muttered.
"I am thinking to myself how Great-aunt Alison would have dreaded Pamela's influence. She would have seen in her the personification of the World, the Flesh, and the Devil albeit she would have been much impressed by her long descent: dear Aunt Alison. "All the same, Davie, it is odd what an effect one's early training has.
If it's Care or Continuation or Library, I shall send it away. You're not going to do any more business to-night." She went to the door, and there, her lithe, drooping slimness outlined against the gas-lit street, stood Nan Hilary. "Oh, Nan.... But what a late call. Yes, Pamela's just in from a committee. Tired to death; she's had neuralgia all this week. She mustn't sit up late, really.
At her third summons the door was cautiously opened by a large, repulsive-looking woman, with a mass of peroxidised hair. She stared at her visitor first in amazement, then in rapidly gathering resentment. "Mr. Joseph is at home," she admitted truculently, in response to Pamela's inquiry. "What might you be wanting with him?" "If you will be so good as to let me in I will explain to Mr.
How she had looked at Pamela's watch! I saw now how it was that I had been so stupid. The dim light from above had lain on the last step and made it appear as if the floor were near; but there was a gap between the stairway and the bottom of the cellar. The lower steps had been hewn away perhaps in a quest for the ever-elusive treasure.
I wonder whether I should take rooms for him in the Hydro, or in one of these nice old hotels in the Nethergate? I wish I could crush him into Hillview, but there isn't any room, alas!" "I wish," said Jean, and stopped. She had wanted in her hospitable way to say that Pamela's brother must come to The Rigs, but she checked the impulse with a fear that it was an absurd proposal.
Mrs. Strang's stiff manner, and the silence of the others showed the Squire that he was deep in his daughters' black books. Was he also charged with Miss Bremerton's headache? Did any of them guess what had happened? He fancied from the puzzled look in Pamela's eyes as she said good-night to him that she guessed something. Well, he wasn't going to tell them anything.
Then he took a pine cone which he had picked up on his way and threw it through the open window. The candle was withdrawn. A shadowy form leaned out. "I'm quite alone," she assured him softly. "Can you throw it in?" He nodded. "I think so." His first effort was successful. The seal followed, wrapped up in his handkerchief. A moment or two later he saw Pamela's face at the window.
If I keep it " "If you keep it," Pamela interrupted, "you will probably stand with your back to the light in the Tower within the next few days. They've left off being lenient with spies over here." He looked at her, and there were things in his eyes which few women in the world could have seen without terror. Pamela's lips only came a little closer together.
It is a fault in the construction of the story that instead of making Pamela's successful marriage the natural climax and close of the work, the author effects it long before the novel is finished and then tries to hold the interest by telling of the honeymoon trip in Italy, her cool reception by her husband's family, involving various subterfuges and difficulties, and the gradual moral reform she was able to bring about in her spouse.
Word Of The Day