Yes, they
are an untrained crew.
are an untrained crew.
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Vansuythen, or making Emma
miserable. "
Kurrell endures anything that Boulte may say to him. Sometimes they are
away for three days together, and then the Major insists upon his
wife going over to sit with Mrs. Boulte; although Mrs. Vansuythen has
repeatedly declared that she prefers her husband's company to any in the
world. From the way in which she clings to him, she would certainly seem
to be speaking the truth.
But of course, as the Major says, "in a little Station we must all be
friendly. "
THE HILL OF ILLUSION
What rendered vain their deep desire?
A God, a God their severance ruled,
And bade between their shores to be
The unplumbed, salt, estranging sea.
--Matthew Arnold.
HE. Tell your jhampanis not to hurry so, dear. They forget I'm fresh
from the Plains.
SHE. Sure proof that I have not been going out with any one.
Yes, they
are an untrained crew. Where do we go?
HE. As usual--to the world's end. No, Jakko.
SHE. Have your pony led after you, then. It's a long round.
HE. And for the last time, thank Heaven!
SHE. Do you mean that still? I didn't dare to write to you about
it. . . all these months.
miserable. "
Kurrell endures anything that Boulte may say to him. Sometimes they are
away for three days together, and then the Major insists upon his
wife going over to sit with Mrs. Boulte; although Mrs. Vansuythen has
repeatedly declared that she prefers her husband's company to any in the
world. From the way in which she clings to him, she would certainly seem
to be speaking the truth.
But of course, as the Major says, "in a little Station we must all be
friendly. "
THE HILL OF ILLUSION
What rendered vain their deep desire?
A God, a God their severance ruled,
And bade between their shores to be
The unplumbed, salt, estranging sea.
--Matthew Arnold.
HE. Tell your jhampanis not to hurry so, dear. They forget I'm fresh
from the Plains.
SHE. Sure proof that I have not been going out with any one.
Yes, they
are an untrained crew. Where do we go?
HE. As usual--to the world's end. No, Jakko.
SHE. Have your pony led after you, then. It's a long round.
HE. And for the last time, thank Heaven!
SHE. Do you mean that still? I didn't dare to write to you about
it. . . all these months.
