A Daughter of the Philistines

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R.F. Fenno, 1897 - English fiction - 300 pages
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Page 292 - in a moderate degree it was a success even with the public, and composition had an irresistible attraction in consequence. Nevertheless, the question whether Cynthia's attitude was not perhaps the one which had become most natural to her haunted Kent with growing persistency. Had it been possible, he would have asked her. He found himself
Page 48 - could convey so clearly that she thought it very small beer indeed. ' I suppose you're in the middle of another ?' ' No,' he replied, ' not yet.' «Really!' She obviously considered that he ought to be. ' You should call her " aunt," ' exclaimed Sam Walford. ' You'll have to call her " Aunt Emily." We don't go in for formality,
Page 252 - it means—you hardly know what it means. I needn't look out for a berth now; I can sit down to another novel. I owe you that.' ' If you like to think so ' She smiled, but her tone was constrained. ' I should be glad if somebody owed me something; I'm more used to the reverse.
Page 8 - the chattering party of American girls running down from the Plage to eat more ices at the pastrycook's ; in the coquettish dealer in rosaries and Lives of the Saints, who had put up her shutters for the night, and was bound for the Opera; in the little boy-soldiers from the barracks, swaggering everywhere in uniforms
Page 268 - she put upon him and his new interests, he wrote for her more and more hastily, wrote frank and unmitigated rubbish at last, and on one occasion candidly told her so. She had telegraphed him at six o'clock, begging him to call, and he had risen from his table feeling his head a void. She
Page 211 - he had had a lucky night at baccarat, and after the be"ne*dictine he pulled a bundle of notes out on to the table of the shabby restaurant, and, disclaiming any thanks, paid what he owed in full. With a cigar in his mouth and delight bubbling in his veins, Kent jumped into a cab, and,
Page 43 - No,' he rejoined at last; ' I'm not astonished. Nothing could astonish me but good news. When is the event to take place ? ' 'That's not settled. Soon. . . . We shall always be pals, Turk ?' ' I'll come and see you sometimes—oh yes. Father consented ?' ' Things are quite smooth all round.' «H'mph!
Page 272 - a story bearing the unfamiliar name of Humphrey Kent to be below their standard, while they paid five or ten guineas for a tale scribbled by the same author in a couple of hours when it was falsely represented to be by Mrs. Deane-Pitt. During nine months he was never offered a single guinea
Page 283 - of her hair—what had these things to do with it? A hot curiosity to compare her with herself in looks would follow; but now, while she stared at him with bloodless features, she was conscious of nothing but the pollution: another woman had known him. Kent stared back at her, appalled by her expression
Page 74 - And if I were, we all know whether we like a book or whether we don't.' '" Like ! " ' he echoed. ' To " like " and to " criticise " Men are paid to criticise books when they can do it; it's thought to be worth payment. Editors, who don't exactly bubble over with generosity, sign

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