Showing posts with label Regatta At Argenteuil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Regatta At Argenteuil. Show all posts

Monday, January 7, 2008

Regatta At Argenteuil

Regatta At Argenteuil
Rembrandt Biblical Scene
Rembrandt The Jewish Bride
Return of the Prodigal Son
small, tidy, carpeted apartment, where, to my inexpressible joy, I beheld Linton laid on a little sofa, reading one of my books. But he would neither speak to me nor look at me, through a whole hour, Ellen: he has such an unhappy temper. And what quite confounded me, when he did open his mouth, it was to utter the falsehood that I had occasioned the uproar, and Hareton was not to blame! Unable to reply, except passionately, I got up and walked from the room. He sent after me a faint ``Catherine!'' He did not reckon
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on being answered so: but I wouldn't turn back; and the morrow was the second day on which I stayed at home, nearly determined to visit him no more. But it was so miserable going to bed and getting up, and never hearing anything about him, that my resolution melted into air before it was properly formed. It had appeared wrong to take the journey once; now it seemed wrong to refrain. Michael came to ask if he must saddle Minny; I said ``Yes'', and considered myself doing a duty as she bore me over the hills. I was forced to pass the front windows to get to the court: it was no use trying to conceal my presence.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Regatta At Argenteuil

Regatta At Argenteuil
Rembrandt Biblical Scene
Rembrandt The Jewish Bride
Return of the Prodigal Son
Samson And Delilah
 "Yes. I thought I'ddone it well when I rang her up at lunchtime. But it seems she got worried about yourteeth. Thought there might be something really wrong with them. Abscesses or something. Soshe rang up the dentist herself and found, of course, that you'dnever been there at all. So then she rang up Mummy and unfortunately Mummy was right thereby the telephone. So I couldn't get there first. And naturallyMummy said she didn't know anything about it, and that youcertainly weren't staying here. I didn't know what to do."
  "What did you do?"
  "Pretended I knew nothing about it. I did say thatI thought you'd said something about going to see some friendsat Wimbledon."
  "Why Wimbledon?"
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  "It was the first place came into my head."
  Elvira sighed. "Oh well,I suppose I'll have to cook up something. An old governess,perhaps, who lives at Wimbledon. All this fussing does make things so complicated. I hopeCousin Mildred doesn't make a real fool of herself and ring upthe police or something like that?"

Monday, December 24, 2007

Regatta At Argenteuil

Regatta At Argenteuil
Rembrandt Biblical Scene
Rembrandt The Jewish Bride
Return of the Prodigal Son
The stream of reminiscence was interrupted by the entry of Bryan and the boys rather wet and dirty as a result of an enthusiastic search for clues. Tea was brought in and with it came Dr. Quimper who raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked round after acknowledging his introduction to the old lady.
"Hope your father's not under the weather, Emma?"
"Oh, no - that is, he was just a little tired this afternoon –"
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"Avoiding visitors, I expected," said Miss Marple with a roguish smile. "How well I remember my own dear father. ‘Got a lot of old pussies coming?' he would say to my mother. ‘Send my tea into the study.' Very naughty about it, he was."
"Please don't think –” began Emma, but Cedric cut in.
"It's always tea in the study when his dear sons come down. Psychologically to be expected, eh, Doctor?"
Dr. Quimper, who was devouring sandwiches and coffeecake with the frank appreciation of a man who has usually too little time to spend on his meals, said:

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Regatta At Argenteuil

Regatta At Argenteuil
precious time
Red Hat Girl
Red Nude painting
Nothing but concern for Elizabeth could enable Bingley to keep his countenance. His sister was less delicate, and directed her eye towards Mr. Darcy with a very expressive smile. Elizabeth, for the sake of saying something that might turn her mother's thoughts, now asked her if Charlotte Lucas had been at Longbourn since her coming away. ¡¡¡¡"Yes, she called yesterday with her father. What an agreeable man Sir William is, Mr. Bingley -- is not he? so much the man of fashion! so genteel and so easy! -- He has always something to say to every body. -- That is my idea of good breeding; and those persons who fancy themselves very important and never open their mouths, quite mistake the matter." ¡¡¡¡"Did Charlotte dine with you?" ¡¡¡¡"No, she would go home. I fancy she was wanted about the mince pies. For my part, Mr. Bingley, I always keep servants that can do their own work; my daughters are brought up differently. But every body is to judge for themselves, and the Lucases are very good sort of girls, I assure you. It is a pity they are not handsome! Not that I think Charlotte so very plain -- but then she is our particular friend." ¡¡¡¡"She seems a very pleasant young woman," said Bingley.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Regatta At Argenteuil

Regatta At Argenteuil
precious time
Red Hat Girl
Red Nude painting
¡¡¡¡ "Well, now you shall hear something that will surprise you. But first of all, you must tell me the name of the young lady I am going to talk about. That young lady, you know, that we have all been so concerned for. The Miss Musgrove, that all this has been happening to. Her Christian name: I always forget her Christian name." ¡¡¡¡ Anne had been ashamed to appear to comprehend so soon as she really did; but now she could safely suggest the name of "Louisa." ¡¡¡¡ "Ay, ay, Miss Louisa Musgrove, that is the name. I wish young ladies had not such a number of fine Christian names. I should never be out if they were all Sophys, or something of that sort. Well, this Miss Louisa, we all thought, you know, was to marry Frederick. He was courting her week after week. The only wonder was, what they could be waiting for, till the business at Lyme came; then, indeed, it was clear enough that they must wait till her brain was set to right. But even then there was something odd in their way of going on. Instead of staying at Lyme, he went off to Plymouth, and then he went off to see Edward. When we came back from Minehead he was gone down to Edward's, and there he has been ever since. We have seen nothing of him since November. Even Sophy could not understand it. But now, the matter has take the strangest turn of all; for this young lady, the same Miss Musgrove, instead of being to marry Frederick, is to marry James Benwick. You know James Benwick." ¡¡¡¡ "A little. I am a little acquainted with Captain Benwick." ¡¡¡¡ "Well, she is to marry him. Nay, most likely they are married already, for I do not know what they should wait for." ¡¡¡¡ "I thought Captain Benwick a very pleasing young man," said Anne, "and I understand that he bears an excellent character."

Friday, November 16, 2007

Regatta At Argenteuil

Regatta At Argenteuil
precious time
Red Hat Girl
   The next morning brought Mr. Frank Churchill again. He came with Mrs. Weston, to whom and to Highbury he seemed to take very cordially. He had been sitting with her, it appeared, most companionably at home, till her usual hour of exercise; and on being desired to chuse their walk, immediately fixed on Highbury.--"He did not doubt there being very pleasant walks in every direction, but if left to him, he should always chuse the same. Highbury, that airy, cheerful, happy-looking Highbury, would be his constant attraction."-- Highbury, with Mrs. Weston, stood for Hartfield; and she trusted to its bearing the same construction with him. They walked thither directly.    Emma had hardly expected them: for Mr. Weston, who had called in for half a minute, in order to hear that his son was very handsome, knew nothing of their plans; and it was an agreeable surprize to her, therefore, to perceive them walking up to the house together, arm in arm. She was wanting to see him again, and especially to see him in company with Mrs. Weston, upon his behaviour to whom her opinion of him was to depend. If he were deficient there, nothing should make amends for it. But on seeing them together, she became perfectly satisfied. It was not merely in fine words or hyperbolical compliment that he paid his duty; nothing could be more proper or pleasing than his whole manner to her--nothing could more agreeably denote his wish of considering her as a friend and securing her affection