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Page 53 - You must come and see me again, Mr. Granger," Mrs. Hartly said from the door. "Come to the Buckingham and see how we're getting on with your friend's play. We must have a good long talk if you're to get my local colour, as Mr. Fox calls it." " To gild refined gold ; to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet ——* I quoted banally.
Page 11 - that it was an inhabited plane—invisible to our eyes, but omnipresent; heard that I had seen it when Bell Harry had reeled before my eyes. I heard the Dimensionists described: a race clear-sighted, eminently practical, incredible; with no ideals, prejudices, or remorse; with no feeling for art and no reverence for life; free
Page 226 - came to our ears from groups that passed us. A very old man with a nose that almost touched his thick lips, was saying to another of the same type: " Shot himself . . . through the left temple
Page 12 - your ancestors were mine, but long ago you were crowded out of the Dimension as we are to-day, you overran the earth as we shall do to-morrow. But you contracted diseases, as we shall contract them,— beliefs, traditions; fears; ideas of pity ... of love. You grew luxurious in the worship of your ideals, and sorrowful; you solaced yourselves with creeds, with
Page 109 - wondered what it meant, what club had struck the wheel of my fortune and whirled it into this astounding attitude. " Of course you must think about it," he said. " I don't know," I muttered; " the idea is so new. It's so little in my line. I don't know what I should make of it.
Page 7 - I was recovering my breath, and, with it, my inclination to expand. Instead, I looked at her. I was beginning to understand. It was obvious enough that she was a foreigner in a strange land, in a land that brought out her national characteristics. She must be of some race, perhaps Semitic, perhaps
Page 78 - whole silly farrago, in fact. I reasoned with myself—that I was tired, out of trim, and so on, that I was in a fit state to be at the mercy of any nightmare. I plunged into Southampton Row. There was safety in the contact with the crowd, in jostling, in being jostled.
Page 95 - our aunt would back me up. She'd have to. My money has been reviving the glories of the Grangers. You can see, they've been regilding the gate." I looked almost involuntarily at the tall iron gates through which she had passed into my view. It was true enough—some of the scroll work was radiant with new gold.
Page 7 - some incomprehensible race. I had never seen a Circassian, and there used to be a tradition that Circassian women were beautiful, were fair-skinned, and so on. What was repelling in her was accounted for by this difference in national point of view. One is, after all, not so very remote from the horse. What one does not understand one shies at— finds sinister, in fact.
Page 29 - case stands for the broken lay figures and the faded serge curtains— it will be exactly the thing. It will be a new line, or rather—what is a great deal better, mind you —an old line treated in a slightly, very slightly different way. That's what the public wants.