Ces femmes acceptent de se faire battre avec une simplicité digne des plus grands éloges. Loin de se sentir insultées, elles admirent la force et l'énergie d'hommes capables de leur administrer des co...
Well, I for one am unable to imagine how anybody who lives with an intelligent and devoted dog can ever be lonely.
This is very unpleasant, Gertrud,’ I remarked, and I wondered what those at home would say if they knew that on the very first day of my driving-tour I had managed to lose the carriage and had had to...
Short work was made of a cushion which was so unfortunate as to slip off my chair; and finally, leaping up in a paroxysm of high spirits to lick my distracted face, Ivo knocked the table over, and the...
She would go off in the morning with the punt full of books, and spend long glorious days away in the forest lying on the green springy carpet of whortleberries, reading. She would most diligently wor...
She did not like her name. It was a mean, small name, with a kind of facetious twist, she thought, about its end like the upward curve of a pug dog's tail.
It is beautiful, beautiful to give; one of the very most beautiful things in life.
He had no idea that he never went out of the house without her blessing going with him too, hovering, like a little echo of finished love, round that once dear head
Such a little difference in Susie's ways and ideas would make them all so happy; such a little change in Peter's habits would make his wife's life radiant. But they all lived blindly, on, each day a d...
Tanto per cominciare, vorrei dire che sebbene genitori, mariti, figli, amanti e mariti siano tutti una gran bella cosa, non sono cani.
Pincher took me to London, and Knobbie brought me away. It looked as if I were beginning to be led about by dogs. My
Many are the friendships that have found an unforseeen and sudden end on a journey, and few are those that survive it.
It was a place to bless God in and cease from vain words.
I laughed on the way home, and I laughed again for sheer satisfaction when we reached the garden and drove between the quiet trees to the pretty old house; for when I went into the library, with its f...
Remembered how I was only a speck after all in uncomfortably limitless space, of no account whatever in the general scheme of things, but with a horrid private capacity for being often and easily hurt...
Upon my word, thought Mrs Fisher, the way one pretty face can turn a delightful man into an idiot is past all patience.
There was nothing, she saw at once, to be hoped for in the way of interest from their clothes. She did not consciously think this, for she was having a violent reaction against beautiful clothes and t...
The evil times had come of eking out, of making do. At least, my husband seemed to regard the times we had arrived at as evil, but that was because he was in the unfortunate position of having a past...
The account of the face treatment that Catherine had undergone at the hands of a quack was taken from a description given to Elizabeth by Katherine Mansfield, her New Zealand cousin, of her own experi...
THE next morning Catherine went to church for the last time—for when Stephen was in London, and not there to invite her to accompany him, which he solemnly before each separate service did, there woul...