No fair-minded girl objects to a certain tinge of jealousy. Kept within proper bounds, it is a compliment; it makes for piquancy; it is the gin in the ginger-beer of devotion. But it should be a condi...
Mary, in these days, simply couldn't see that he was on the earth. She looked round him, above him, and through him, but never at him;
Like so many substantial citizens of America, he had married young and kept on marrying, springing from blonde to blonde like the chamois of the Alps leaping from crag to crag.
Lady Jane held the English view that visitors like to be left to themselves.
Lady Blunt had come up, flushed and triumphant, having left the solitary porter a demoralized wreck.
I’m not absolutely certain of my facts, but I rather fancy it’s Shakespeare – or, if not, some equally brainy bird – who says that it’s always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with th...
I've found, as a general rule of life, that the things you think are going to be the scaliest nearly always turn out not so bad after all.
Here, you! The boss wants you. Buck up!' Mr Stafford was talking into the telephone. He replaced the receiver asHenry entered. 'Oh, Rice, here's a woman wants her husband shadowed while he's on the ro...
He scattered his aitches as a fountain its sprays in a strong wind. He was very earnest.
He groaned slightly and winced like Prometheus watching his vulture dropping in for lunch.
But, Ed! Say! Are you going to let him get away with it?Am going to let him get away with it! said Mr. Cootes, annoyed by the foolish question. Wake me up in the night and ask me! But what are you go...
Bayliss resumed reading. He was one of those readers who, whether their subject be a murder case or funny anecdote, adopt a measured and sepulchral delivery which gives a suggestion of tragedy and hor...
As a rule, you see, I'm not lugged into Family Rows. On the occasions when Aunt is calling Aunt like mastodons bellowing across premieval swamps and Uncle James's letter about Cousin Mabel's peculiar...
Why do dachshunds wear their ears inside out?
I just sit at my typewriter and curse a bit.
Orchestrion
Have to decide on the spur of the moment. I was reading in the paper the other day about those birds who are trying to split the atom, the nub being that they haven't the foggiest as to what will happ...
You know, with the most charitable feelings towards him, there are moments when you can’t help thinking that young Bingo ought to be in some sort of a home.
You know how it is. Love's flame flickers and dies, reason returns to her throne, and you aren't nearly as ready to hop about and jump through hoops as in the first pristine glow of the divine passion...
When you have been just told that the girl you love is definitely betrothed to another, you begin to understand how Anarchists must feel when the bomb goes off too soon.