He smiled greasily, and moved about that
darkened
dog-kennel in a
suspiciously familiar way.
suspiciously familiar way.
Kipling - Poems
Laziness, sheer laziness, nothing else--or her
garments were only constructed for sitting down in. I stayed for a
quarter of an hour trying to penetrate the gloom, to guess what her
surroundings were like, while she stuck out her tongue. "
"Lu--cy! "
"Well--I'll withdraw the tongue, though I'm sure if she didn't do it
when I was in the room, she did the minute I was outside. At any rate,
she lay in a lump and grunted. Ask the Hawley Boy, dear. I believe the
grunts were meant for sentences, but she spoke so indistinctly that I
can't swear to it. "
"You are incorrigible, simply. "
"I am not! Treat me civilly, give me peace with honor, don't put the
only available seat facing the window, and a child may eat jam in my
lap before Church. But I resent being grunted at. Wouldn't you? Do you
suppose that she communicates her views on life and love to The Dancing
Master in a set of modulated 'Grmphs'? "
"You attach too much importance to The Dancing Master. "
"He came as we went, and The Dowd grew almost cordial at the sight of
him.
He smiled greasily, and moved about that darkened dog-kennel in a
suspiciously familiar way. "
"Don't be uncharitable. Any sin but that I'll forgive. "
"Listen to the voice of History. I am only describing what I saw. He
entered, the heap on the sofa revived slightly, and the Hawley Boy and
I came away together. He is disillusioned, but I felt it my duty to
lecture him severely for going there. And that's all. "
"Now for Pity's sake leave the wretched creature and The Dancing Master
alone. They never did you any harm. "
"No harm? To dress as an example and a stumbling-block for half Simla,
and then to find this Person who is dressed by the hand of God--not that
I wish to disparage Him for a moment, but you know the tikka-dhurzie
way He attires those lilies of the field--this Person draws the eyes of
men--and some of them nice men? It's almost enough to make one discard
clothing. I told the Hawley Boy so. "
"And what did that sweet youth do? "
"Turned shell-pink and looked across the far blue hills like a
distressed cherub.
garments were only constructed for sitting down in. I stayed for a
quarter of an hour trying to penetrate the gloom, to guess what her
surroundings were like, while she stuck out her tongue. "
"Lu--cy! "
"Well--I'll withdraw the tongue, though I'm sure if she didn't do it
when I was in the room, she did the minute I was outside. At any rate,
she lay in a lump and grunted. Ask the Hawley Boy, dear. I believe the
grunts were meant for sentences, but she spoke so indistinctly that I
can't swear to it. "
"You are incorrigible, simply. "
"I am not! Treat me civilly, give me peace with honor, don't put the
only available seat facing the window, and a child may eat jam in my
lap before Church. But I resent being grunted at. Wouldn't you? Do you
suppose that she communicates her views on life and love to The Dancing
Master in a set of modulated 'Grmphs'? "
"You attach too much importance to The Dancing Master. "
"He came as we went, and The Dowd grew almost cordial at the sight of
him.
He smiled greasily, and moved about that darkened dog-kennel in a
suspiciously familiar way. "
"Don't be uncharitable. Any sin but that I'll forgive. "
"Listen to the voice of History. I am only describing what I saw. He
entered, the heap on the sofa revived slightly, and the Hawley Boy and
I came away together. He is disillusioned, but I felt it my duty to
lecture him severely for going there. And that's all. "
"Now for Pity's sake leave the wretched creature and The Dancing Master
alone. They never did you any harm. "
"No harm? To dress as an example and a stumbling-block for half Simla,
and then to find this Person who is dressed by the hand of God--not that
I wish to disparage Him for a moment, but you know the tikka-dhurzie
way He attires those lilies of the field--this Person draws the eyes of
men--and some of them nice men? It's almost enough to make one discard
clothing. I told the Hawley Boy so. "
"And what did that sweet youth do? "
"Turned shell-pink and looked across the far blue hills like a
distressed cherub.
