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...iful design that was suspended above the alms-box. It was the evening of a summer day which had been very hot. The choir practice was just over, and t... ...s,’ was the sincere and gentle answer. ‘I had her with me generally in the holidays, and I confess I was absolutely alarmed to see how pretty the chil... ...nd cutting-out for the working party,—an operation always performed in the holidays. Miss Headworth had of late years been excused from it, and it gav... ... to realise what she had heard, was overpowering, and she fled away in the summer twilight, leaving Nuttie with wide open eyes, looking after her vani... ..., she spent the night which seemed long enough, and the light hours of the summer morning seemed still longer, before she could call it a rea- sonable... ... which showed her some one she felt entirely unfamiliar to her in a dainty summer costume of pale gray silk picked out with a mysterious shade of pink... ... country, all the garden front of it a deep verandah that was kept open in summer, but closed with glass frames in the winter—flower-beds ly- ing befo... ...make the tiny appartement a home to her boy, of their pleasant Sundays and holidays, and the life that in this manner was peculiarly guarded by her in...

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...ing crisis if they are to leave the rosy impression which spans the gap of holidays. Neither Matey nor Browny returned to their yoke, and Cuper’s boys... ...thumping, under knitted brows. “Out of town?” For a man of business taking holidays, when a lady craves for gossip, disappointed her faith in him as c... ... incidentally her want of a tu- tor for her grandson Leo during the winter holidays. He sug- 35 George Meredith gested an application to the clergyma... ...ved. Memory had of late been paying visits to a droopy plant in the golden summer drought on a gorgeous mid-sea island, and had taken her on board to ... ... at home and in stable-yards, and at the net puffing of churchwardens on a summer’s bench, or in a cricket-booth after a feast, or round the old inn’s... ...eting of a few hasty minutes involved none of the dangers of a sunny, long summer day; and if it did, the heart had its claims, the heart had its powe... ...wed ashore off the Swin to Felixstowe sands no later than six o’clock of a summer’s morn- ing, in time for a bath and a swim before breakfast. It soun... ...or window of the dwelling-house a lady stood. Her colour was the last of a summer day over western seas; her thought: ‘It has come!’ Her mind was in h... ...of life. ‘T ell Bobby, capital for him to write he has no longing for home holidays. If any one can make a man of him, you will. That I know. ‘Charlot...

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... in singular contradiction of that wintry emblem, had its dress trimmed with summer flowers. But the strangest thing about it was, that from the crown... ...the town, and yet was there an air of cheerfulness abroad that the clearest summer air and brightest summer sun might have endeavoured to diffuse in... ...were only a night; but Scrooge had his doubts of this, because the Christmas Holidays ap peared to be condensed into the space of time they passed to...

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...s his busy loom secure and undisturbed. I have a pleasure in think ing on a summer’s day how many butterflies have sprung for the first time into lig... ...ng of my recollec tion is that we were all together in a garden, and it was summer weather,—I am sure of that, for one of the little girls had roses ... ...to relax from its staid expression and to regard me kindly! how often in the summer twilight, when my thoughts have wan dered back to a melancholy pa... ...this city, by day in spirit, and by night in body also; and never on ancient holidays have its con duits run wine more merrily than we will pour fort... ...hat she never gave him. A glance of her dark eye as she sat at the door on a summer’s evening after prayer time, while he and the neighbouring ‘prenti... ...e of Alice’s flight, the tilting ground, the fields, the fencing school, the summer evening sports, knew Hugh no more. His spirit was dead within Mast...

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...rtainly that May day was a lovely one, and it closed in moonlight night of summer warmth and serenity. I remem- ber this well; for, having sat up late... ...f the middle alley, and when the foliage of shrubs and trees, now in their summer pride, closing behind end around us, shut out the view of the house,... ...ning in the expansive light, now diffused over my pupil’s face. It was the summer sun flashing out after the heavy summer shower; and what fertilizes ... ...ult to pay him back in his own coin. The crisis drew on. No sooner had the holidays commenced 155 Charlotte Brontë than note of preparation for some ... ... of mourn- ing for her aunt. One January morning—the first of the new year holidays—I went in a fiacre, accompanied only by M. Vandenhuten, to the Rue... ...ying, in an- ticipation, a walk I proposed to take with Frances, that fine summer day (it was June), to a certain farmhouse in the coun- try, where we... ...,” was my not very apposite reply; but she looked so engaging in her light summer dress and little cottage bonnet, and her manner in speaking to me wa...

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...ver! Well, Perce comes back here for the black-bass fish- ing almost every summer, and he says if he could get away from business, he’d rather live he... ... “Look at my shoe-packs!” There is so sharp a division between the panting summer and the stinging winter of the Northern plains that they rediscovere... ...y—man got to be blame shift- less if he don’t get ahead.” But now that the summer mask of leaves and grass was gone, Carol discovered mis- ery and dea... ...as the Cities, but we do have the daisiest times and—oh, we go swimming in summer, and dances and—oh, lots of good times. If folks will just take us a... ...- tional parsonage, her enthusiasm pattering upon Mrs. Leonard Warren like summer rain upon an old gray roof; at two minutes to five a town of demure ... ...he fictional tradition, resolutely stay there, sel- dom returning even for holidays. The most protesting pa- triots of the towns leave them in old age... ...xcellent nurse for Hugh. She herself put him to bed and played with him on holidays. There were walks with him, there were motionless evenings of read...

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...spend the evening of his life, and to die; and here his son John spent his holidays, and afterwards his Christmas vacation when he went from school to... ...al. The day was now far advanced, but he knew that Mr Harding dined in the summer at four, that Eleanor was accustomed to drive in the evening, and th... ...ut an audience. The musician was seated in a garden- chair just within the summer-house, so as to allow the violoncello which he held between his knee... ...diately before him, on the extreme corner of the bench which ran round the summer-house, sat one old man, with his handkerchief smoothly lain upon his... ...erchief, for he had felt busy, and had walked quick, and it was a broiling summer’s day. ‘Of course you have heard of the petition?’ Mr Harding owned,... ...ing family. There were, first, three boys, now at home from school for the holidays. They were called, respectively, Charles James, Henry, and Samuel.... ...wer, and other paraphernalia, the position of which chair was never moved, summer or winter; and when, as was usual, the archdeacon was there also, he...

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... for festivity: and indeed some of them could not come on Saturdays in the summer having el- egant villas in the suburbs, where they passed the six-an... ... dialogue which took place be- tween the two gentlemen at five o’clock one summer’s after- noon, when Mr. Walker, issuing from his chambers, came acro... ...glets, of a sudden pleaded cold in the head, and took to wearing caps. One summer evening, as she and the baby and Mrs. Crump and Woolsey (let us say ... ...ys; passed over all his blunders, which were many; let him go out of half- holidays into the town as he pleased: how should any man dare to stop him—t... ...to Notley’s the pastrycook’s, who did not admire fisticuffs at all on half-holidays, for the fights kept the boys away from his shop. Gutley was the o... ...that I was not so curious as even to ask the maiden name of his lady. Last summer I was at Paris, and had gone over to V ersailles to meet a party, on...

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...as not back home again until within an hour of my bedtime. I spent my half holidays at school in order to play cricket and football. This, and a prett... ...ch we saw from the shoulder of the mountain above the Gemmi, and the early summer dawn breaking over Italy as we moved from our night’s crouching and ... ... path. Then, a little breathless, we went into the new twenty-five guinea summer-house at the end of the herba- ceous border. We sat side by side, pl... ...with it for a moment,—she had pleasant soft hands;—she began to drift into summer houses with me, to let her arm rest trustfully against mine, to ask ... ...ful Primavera. It was one of those May days that ape the light and heat of summer, and I remember disconnectedly quite a number of brightly lit figure... ... with the other excellent and ad- vantageous things that should occupy her summer holiday. It was her pride and glory to put things down and plan them... ... very like a boy who has returned to school with the first batch after the holidays. The London world reeked with the General Election; it had invaded...

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...autoy. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘it was all Fanny’s notion. She planned it all last summer when I took her round the garden. It is wonderful what an eye she ha... ...as a burthen, consuming a great deal of time, and becom- ing trying on hot summer afternoons, the more so as she seldom ventured to rest after it, les... ...other CHAPTER CHAPTER CHAPTER CHAPTER CHAPTER VI VI VI VI VI THE CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS did indeed put an end to the walks to meet Gilbert, but only so as... ...o be satisfied with them. One or two boys of his age had come home for the holidays, and she tried to be relieved by being told that he was going out ... ...fy.—It will do you much more good. Yes, you must go.’ In the course of the summer an old Indian friend was stay- ing at Fairmead Park, and Colonel Bur... ...ung Step-Mother CHAPTER XI CHAPTER XI CHAPTER XI CHAPTER XI CHAPTER XI THE SUMMER had just begun, when notice was given that a Confirmation would take... ...y-makers tossing the fragrant grass, the growing corn softly waving in the summer breeze, the river blue with reflected sky, the hedges glowing with s... ...e put her hand on the boy, saying, ‘You know we agreed there were to be no holidays for a week, because we did not use the last properly.’ He moved of... ... the tour lasted long enough, he should bring out both boys to spend their holidays with them. A very good Winifred! Albinia the Less was to become a ...

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...tive gooseberries, and trying to look unmoved. A great wind rises, and the summer is gone in a moment. We are playing in the winter twi- light, dancin... ...ant comfort. When I think of it, the picture always rises in my mind, of a summer evening, the boys at play in the churchyard, and I sitting on my bed... ...are going for your own good. Good-bye, my child. You will come home in the holidays, and be a better boy. Clara! Miss Murdstone repeated. Certainl... ... afternoon, and we were due in London about eight next morning. It was Mid-summer weather, and the evening was very pleasant. When we passed through a... ... recollection of the daily strife and struggle of our lives; of the waning summer and the chang- ing season; of the frosty mornings when we were rung ... ... ink, surrounding all. I well remember though, how the distant idea of the holidays, after seeming for an immense time to be a stationary speck, began... ...dles, but the sound of the coach- man touching up the horses. CHAPTER 8 MY HOLIDAYS. ESPECIALLY ONE HAPPY AFTERNOON WHEN WE ARRIVED before day at the ... ...e, giving me the tea-caddy scoop instead of her fingers. How long are the holidays? A month, ma am. Counting from when? From today, ma am. Oh... ..., and into the churchyard, where I have so often heard the birds sing on a summer morning. We stand around the grave. The day seems dif- ferent to me ...

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... great feet. O you fairy dreams of boyhood!O you sweet meditations of half-holidays, here you are realised for half-an-hour!The genius which presides ... ...ade facing the Bosphorus, warning us that the monarch had set off from his Summer Palace, and was on the way to his grand canoe. At last that vessel m... ...d is happy over pillau, like another mortal. And yet, when floating by the Summer Palace, a barbaric edifice of wood and marble, with gilded suns blaz... ...ooks agreeable enough to be a dancing room for ghosts now:there is another summer-house, the Guide-book cheerfully says, whither the Sultan goes to sp... ...itary invalids were lolling in the sunshine, about a fountain and a marble summer-house that stand on the ground, watch- ing their comrades’ manoeuvre... ...land. This fellow lives by alms (I mean the head of the Hag). Win- ter and summer he wears no clothes but a thin and scanty white shirt. He wields a s...

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...ove to herself dreams of possible delights with Sylvia and Charlie, if the summer visit could be paid to them; and at other times she imagined her Unc... ...d by the various sounds in the house, but not startled—the light nights of summer always dimin- ished her alarms; and she heard the clocks strike, and... ...he three, because the station was close and heated, and it was a very warm summer day, so that the air was extremely oppressive. “It feels like thunde... ...nsequences of her folly, but she suffered from them nevertheless. When the summer was getting past its height of beauty, and the streets were all sun ... ...lly. Another was that when the De la Poers begged that she might spend the holidays with them, and from father and mother down- wards were full of kin... ...did you never read ‘The Lady of the Lake?’— Sir Walter Scott’s poem - ‘The summer dawn’s reflected hue—’” “Oh! I’ve learnt that in my extracts; but I ...

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... com- paratively hurried and matter-of-fact. His boy’s return home for the holidays was always rather a stirring time for his pri- vate feelings, but ... ...es and take her out to dinners and sup with her at the Carlton, and in the summer she had him with her at Chexington Manor, the Hertfordshire house Si... ...g a penitent pig, and he inquired carefully into the needs and duties of a summer guest in a country house. He knew it was quite a considerable countr... ...All the year?” “All the year.” “But isn’t it dreadfully hot in town in the summer?” Prothero had an uncomfortable sense of being very red in the face.... ...s left to Benham until just before lunch. They read and afterwards, as the summer day grew hot, they swam in the nude pond. She joined them in the wat... ...ainst the Balkans; the Balkans were getting to be too handy for Easter and summer holidays, and now that there were sev- eral good hotels in Servia an... ...he Balkans; the Balkans were getting to be too handy for Easter and summer holidays, and now that there were sev- eral good hotels in Servia and Monte...

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... must start again—you must. Always you rustle your red leaves of a blasted summer. Y ou are not dead. Even if you want to be, you’re not. Even if it’s... ...lling the sky, like the whispering in a shell, and this breath- ing of the summer night occasionally swelled into a restless sigh as a train roared ac... ...t you’ d be thanking Heaven that sanity was given me in large doses.’ ‘And holidays in small,’ laughed Louisa. ‘Good! No, I like your madness, if you ... ...ent she beat with hysteria, feeling, as most of us feel when sick on a hot summer night, as if she must certainly go crazed, smothered under the grey,... ... was here, in the tragic country filled with the flowers of a late Cornish summer, an everlasting reality; in the third place, it was a sea of marvel-...

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..., were soon as far off as the oldest of the old duties at Greenleaf or the summer afternoons when I went home from school with my portfolio under my a... ...“My dear Jarndyce,” but rush ing at once into the words, “I swear if Miss Summerson do not come down and take possession of my house, which I vacate ... ...ur of our arrival at our destination, on a delightful evening in the early summer time. If a good fairy had built the house for me with a wave of her ... ...ed upon the instant and changed back almost to what I had known her. “Miss Summerson, I am afraid I have startled you,” she said, now advancing slowly... ...etter satisfied with his flesh and blood in a silk stocking. “My dear Miss Summerson, here is our friend Richard,” said Mr. Skimpole, “full of the bri... ... with somebody and being ashamed of it. Caddy Jellyby passed her very last holidays with us and was a dearer creature than ever, perpetually dancing i...

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...ntry never could have looked more rich and prosperous than in that opening summer of 1815, when its green fields and quiet cities were enlivened by mu... ...the children began to laugh. “Y ou won’t see a prettier pair I think, this summer’s day, sir,” said the good-natured Corporal; and the Colonel, the Co... ...Friars, and the magnificent proprietress of the Pineries, Fulham, who gave summer dejeuners frequented by Dukes and Earls, and drove about the parish ... ...nd 204 V anity Fair – V olume Two her son made ready and went to pass the holidays at the seat of their ancestors at Queen’s Crawley. Becky would hav... ...pe-shooting, or a little quiet trifling with the rats during the Christmas holidays, after which he will return to the University and try and not be p...

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... the count took them off to museums, theatres, restaurants, or, during the summer season, into the country. Except on the solemn days of some family f... ... better than a journalist for the queen of the boards. What parts and what holidays you shall have!” “Where will you get the money?” she said. “From m... ...o Nathan to found his newspaper; I know, too, what she sent him out of her summer’s harvest in the departments and in Belgium,— money which has really...

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...ed to advancement at the Papal Court had Cervantes retained it, but in the summer of 1570 he resigned it and enlisted as a private soldier in Captain ... ...em, with a view to making a book of them. The novels were published in the summer of 1613, with a dedi- cation to the Conde de Lemos, the Maecenas of ... ...went in a doublet of fine cloth and velvet breeches and shoes to match for holidays, while on week-days he made a brave figure in his best homespun. H... ...to his sighs, stretched on the burning sand in the full heat of the sultry summer noontide, makes his appeal to the compassionate heavens, and over on... ...elter but in the open air, a target for the intolerable rays of the sun in summer and the pierc- ing frosts of winter. Thus are we God’s ministers on ... ...ch our Don Quixote made answer, “Sir, one solitary swal- low does not make summer; moreover, I know that knight was in secret very deeply in love; bes... ...but of plenty more; for when it is harvest-time, the reapers flock here on holidays, and there is always one among them who can read and who takes up ... ...’s good intentions, and it was agreed that on two days in the week, and on holidays, Lothario should come to dine with him; but though this arrange- m...

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... the bishop’s mind. And others no less wicked followed it. Once during his summer holidays in Florence he and Lady Ella had subscribed to an associati... ...shop’s mind. And others no less wicked followed it. Once during his summer holidays in Florence he and Lady Ella had subscribed to an association for ... ...sical anxieties and distresses were at their worst in the spring and early summer of 1914. That 47 H G Wells was a time of great mental and moral dis... ...ees things plainly through perfectly clear still water in the shadows of a summer noon. His doubts about God, his periods of complete forgetfulness an...