I never
could take an interest in a monotonous liar.
could take an interest in a monotonous liar.
Kipling - Poems
Hauksbee stepped into the veranda and looked down upon the Mall,
her forehead puckered with thought.
"Hah! " said Mrs. Hauksbee, shortly. "Indeed! "
"What is it? " said Mrs. Mallowe, sleepily.
"That dowd and The Dancing Master--to whom I object. "
"Why to The Dancing Master? He is a middle-aged gentleman, of reprobate
and romantic tendencies, and tries to be a friend of mine. "
"Then make up your mind to lose him. Dowds cling by nature, and I should
imagine that this animal--how terrible her bonnet looks from above! --is
specially clingsome. "
"She is welcome to The Dancing Master so far as I am concerned.
I never
could take an interest in a monotonous liar. The frustrated aim of his
life is to persuade people that he is a bachelor. "
"0--oh! I think I've met that sort of man before. And isn't he? "
"No. He confided that to me a few days ago. Ugh! Some men ought to Be
killed. "
"What happened then? "
"He posed as the horror of horrors--a misunderstood man. Heaven knows
the femme incomprise is sad enough and had enough--but the other thing! "
"And so fat too! I should have laughed in his face. Men seldom confide
in me. How is it they come to you?
her forehead puckered with thought.
"Hah! " said Mrs. Hauksbee, shortly. "Indeed! "
"What is it? " said Mrs. Mallowe, sleepily.
"That dowd and The Dancing Master--to whom I object. "
"Why to The Dancing Master? He is a middle-aged gentleman, of reprobate
and romantic tendencies, and tries to be a friend of mine. "
"Then make up your mind to lose him. Dowds cling by nature, and I should
imagine that this animal--how terrible her bonnet looks from above! --is
specially clingsome. "
"She is welcome to The Dancing Master so far as I am concerned.
I never
could take an interest in a monotonous liar. The frustrated aim of his
life is to persuade people that he is a bachelor. "
"0--oh! I think I've met that sort of man before. And isn't he? "
"No. He confided that to me a few days ago. Ugh! Some men ought to Be
killed. "
"What happened then? "
"He posed as the horror of horrors--a misunderstood man. Heaven knows
the femme incomprise is sad enough and had enough--but the other thing! "
"And so fat too! I should have laughed in his face. Men seldom confide
in me. How is it they come to you?
