Bill the Conqueror: His Invasion of England in the Springtime

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George H. Doran Company, 1924 - Humorous stories, English - 323 pages

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Page 54 - ... the last thing at night and the first thing in the morning, I drank it gratefully and was very sensible of his attention.
Page 42 - Crying never yet got anybody anywhere, So just stick out your chin AND JAM all your troubles in a great big box And sit on the lid and grin.
Page 57 - I hold — and I am glad to say that he agrees with me — that it is better for Mr. Paradene to devote his money to the rearing and training of such a boy than to spend it on relatives who — may I say — have little future and from whom he can expect — pardon me — but small returns. Mr. Paradene intends to found a family that looks forward instead of back. A family of — er — comers instead of a family of hasbeens.
Page 279 - ... Humor, and Shakespeare," 1876.] After Hamlet's interview with the Ghost, the "antic disposition" which tints his behavior is ironical. . . . The subsequent behavior of Hamlet is the exact counterpart in Irony of the conviction that was so suddenly thrust upon him, and terribly emphasized by his father, that " a man may smile and smile, and be a villain.
Page 111 - Not a bad idea, your coming too," he admitted. "Quite likely fellow may turn nasty. Then you could sit on his head while I kicked him in the slats. Only way with these birds. Treat 'em rough.
Page 128 - is Roderick Pyke. That's why I'm running away." This struck Bill as a non sequitur. Women do eccentric things, but surely the most temperamental girl would hardly leave her home simply because a man's name was Roderick Pyke. "They wanted me to marry him.
Page 319 - Look at Pierpont Morgan and Henry Ford and Selfridge and all of them — they don't do the work themselves. They just sit and let other people do it for them. That's what shows they are such great men.
Page 23 - Company, basked in the sunshine in the garden of Holly House, his residence on Wimbledon Common. There was a notebook on his knee, and he was scribbling industriously with a stubby pencil.
Page 24 - There was a notebook on his knee, and he was scribbling industriously with a stubby pencil. when summer came, it would, he knew, blaze very nobly with many-coloured flowers. There were smooth lawns, hedges of lavender, and a decent-sized stone pool with goldfish.
Page 268 - Oh, yes, I know what you're going to say. You're going to say that you're not asking for anything, and that you're quite well off as you are.

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