“When we were first married,” she said, “I was very, very wretched. I would weep, weep, weep at night! And in the morning, often my maid would have to put my pillow-case out upon the window-ledge to dry. Fortunately, it was in Sicily, so it never took long.”
-- Vainglory (1915)
To watch the trees slip past in the dusk was entrancing quite. In a meadow a shepardess with one white wether stood up and waved her crook.
“Poor Palmer seems completely worn out.”
The maid stirred slightly at her name.
The maid stirred slightly at her name.
“When Greek meets Greek, miss,” she asked informingly, “can you tell me what they’re supposed to do?”
“Since we’re all English,” Miss O’Brookomore replied, “I don’t think it matters. . . . “
-- Inclinations (1916)
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