Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 17, 2025
About the house of Forsyte and Treffry in the City had clung an air of enterprise and mystery, of special dealings in special ships, at special ports, with special Orientals. He had worked at that business! Men did work in those days! these young pups hardly knew the meaning of the word. He had gone into every detail, known everything that went on, sometimes sat up all night over it.
Par is not particularly attractive, except for its pleasant bay; but the decay of its former mining activities is compensated for by its busy shipping of china-clays at the quays built by the late Mr. Treffry.
"What is it to me if you'd murdered your mother? It's her I'm thinking of." "How can you tell what is happiness to her? You have your own ideas of happiness not hers, not mine. You can't dare to stop us, sir!" "Dare?" said Mr. Treffry. "Her father gave her over to me when she was a mite of a little thing; I've known her all her life.
The town rises above the quay, and consists of a number of narrow, crooked streets; and it has a quiet old market-house, a fine tower, and a building called the Place House. The town owes much to a patriotic gentleman, Joseph Treffry, by whose means it has of late years been greatly improved.
Will it do her any harm? Fair weather love is no good." Mr. Treffry sighed. "Brave words, sir! You'll pardon me if I'm too old to understand 'em when they're used about my niece." He pulled the horses up, and peered into the darkness. "We're going through this bit quietly; if they lose track of us here so much the better. Dominique! put out the lamps. Soho, my beauties!"
Treffry remarked. With sudden contrition she bent and kissed him. But when she had left the room Mr. Treffry put down the Times and stared at the door, humming to himself, and thoughtfully fingering his chin. Christian could not eat; she sat, indifferent to the hoverings of Dominique, tormented by uneasy fear and longings. She answered Mrs. Decie at random.
Dominique came round to them, bearing appearance of one who has seen better days, and a pot of coffee brewed on a spirit lamp. Breakfast he said was served! The ears of the horses were twitching with fatigue. Mr. Treffry said sadly: "If I can see this through, you can. Get on, my beauties!" As soon as the sun struck through the trees, Mr. Treffry's strength ebbed again.
I've I've loved her and you come here with your 'dare'!" His hand dragged at his beard, and shook as though palsied. A look of terror came into Christian's face. "All right, Chris! I don't ask for quarter, and I don't give it!" Harz made a gesture of despair. "I've acted squarely by you, sir," Mr. Treffry went on, "I ask the same of you.
Treffry shook his head: "Answer my question, young man." But the painter did not answer it, and silence fell. A light breeze had sprung up; the whispering in the trees, the rolling of the wheels in this night progress, the pine-drugged air, sent Harz to sleep. When he woke it was to the same tune, varied by Mr.
In the long street of silent houses, men sitting in the lighted cafes turned with glasses at their lips to stare after the carriage. The narrow river of the sky spread suddenly to a vast, limpid ocean tremulous with stars. They had turned into the road for Italy. Mr. Treffry took a pull at his horses. "Whoa, mare!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking