author - "Warwick Deeping"
g sent to prison, and that this inconvenient ex- soldier should be caged up somewhere."I am going down to Esher for the week-end. I think I may be able to do something." The rolling forehead and the emphatic chin became more aggressive. "I don't like this delay. Now, can you assure me--?" Beal glanced at the clock. "I'm sorry; I am due at my hospital at half-past two. But, tell me, what do you mean--exactly--by delay?" "Nothing is being done." "It is
that behind Mrs. Betty's elegant verbiage there was a tenacity of purpose that would have surprised her best friends."I wonder whether Murchison is as privileged as I am?" he said, passing his cup over the red tea cosy. "I suppose the woman gushes for him, just as I work my wits for you." "The Amazons of Roxton." "We live in a civilized age, Parker, but the battle is no less bitter for us. I use my head. Half the words I speak are winged for a final end."
back to London. I cannot say that we were sorry.For, let us be candid. I could be classed as a selfish, and unpatriotic old curmudgeon, but when we have cut the sentimental cackle, one has to confess that you cannot mix classes that are as different as chalk and cheese. These women from the East End were much less clean than animals, and far less likeable. They were lazy lumps of flesh, coarse, vulgar, noisy, ignorant. You could hear their hideous voices and their obscene laughter all over the
g sent to prison, and that this inconvenient ex- soldier should be caged up somewhere."I am going down to Esher for the week-end. I think I may be able to do something." The rolling forehead and the emphatic chin became more aggressive. "I don't like this delay. Now, can you assure me--?" Beal glanced at the clock. "I'm sorry; I am due at my hospital at half-past two. But, tell me, what do you mean--exactly--by delay?" "Nothing is being done." "It is
that behind Mrs. Betty's elegant verbiage there was a tenacity of purpose that would have surprised her best friends."I wonder whether Murchison is as privileged as I am?" he said, passing his cup over the red tea cosy. "I suppose the woman gushes for him, just as I work my wits for you." "The Amazons of Roxton." "We live in a civilized age, Parker, but the battle is no less bitter for us. I use my head. Half the words I speak are winged for a final end."
back to London. I cannot say that we were sorry.For, let us be candid. I could be classed as a selfish, and unpatriotic old curmudgeon, but when we have cut the sentimental cackle, one has to confess that you cannot mix classes that are as different as chalk and cheese. These women from the East End were much less clean than animals, and far less likeable. They were lazy lumps of flesh, coarse, vulgar, noisy, ignorant. You could hear their hideous voices and their obscene laughter all over the