Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
indulgence, without the wholesome alloy of labour, and I do not like to eat the bread of idleness. No, my plan is to make Fanny Price in love with me." ¡¡¡¡ "Fanny Price! Nonsense! No, no. You ought to be satisfied with her two cousins." ¡¡¡¡ "But I cannot be satisfied without Fanny Price, without making a small hole in Fanny Price's heart. You do not seem properly aware of her claims to notice. When we talked of her last night, you none of you seemed sensible of the wonderful improvement that has taken place in her looks within the last six weeks. You see her every day,
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and therefore do not notice it; but I assure you she is quite a different creature from what she was in the autumn. She was then merely a quiet, modest, not plain-looking girl, but she is now absolutely pretty. I used to think she had neither complexion nor countenance; but in that soft skin of hers, so frequently tinged with a blush as it was yesterday, there is decided beauty; and from what I observed of her eyes and mouth, I do not despair of their being capable of expression enough when she has anything to express. And then, her air, her manner, her _tout_ _ensemble_, is so indescribably improved! She must be grown two inches, at least, since October."

Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
"I remained in the marquee until-until Miss King told us she was dead." "And that is all you know,mademoiselle?" "Yes." Poirot leaned forward.His tone was the same,light and conversational. "And what did you feel,mademoiselle?" "What did I feel?" "Yes -when you found that your mother -pardon -your stepmother,was she not?-what did you feel when you found her dead?" She stared at him. "I don't understand what you mean!" "I think you understand very well." Her eyes dropp
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ed.She said uncertainly: "It was-a great shock." "Was it?" The blood rushed to her face.She stared at him helplessly.Now he saw fear inher eyes. "Was it such a great shock,mademoiselle?Remembering a certain conversationyou had with your brother Raymond one night in Jerusalem?" His shot proved right.He saw it in the way the colour drained out of hercheeks again. "You know about that?"she whispered. "Yes,I know."

Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
she could do; and it was certain that, in enumerating the miseries of a marriage with one whose immediate connections were so unequal to his own, his aunt would address him on his weakest side. With his notions of dignity, he would probably feel that the arguments, which to Elizabeth had appeared weak and ridiculous, contained much good sense and solid reasoning. ¡¡¡¡If he had been wavering before as to what he should do, which had often seemed likely, the advice and intreaty of so near a relation might settle every doubt, and determine him at once to be as happy as dignity unblemished could make him. In that case he would return no more.
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oil painting Lady Catherine might see him in her way through town; and his engagement to Bingley of coming again to Netherfield must give way. ¡¡¡¡"If, therefore, an excuse for not keeping his promise should come to his friend within a few days," she added, "I shall know how to understand it. I shall then give over every expectation, every wish of his constancy. If he is satisfied with only regretting me, when he might have obtained my affections and hand, I shall soon cease to regret him at all." ¡¡¡¡ The surprise of the rest of the family, on hearing who their visitor had been, was very great; but they obligingly satisfied it, with the same kind of supposition which had appeased Mrs. Bennet's curiosity; and Elizabeth was spared from much teazing on the subject.