I've often walked along the streets silver necklace where people live all in a row, and one house is exactly like another house, and wondered what on earth the women were doing inside," he said.She took some time to answer, and during that time she went over and over the course of her twenty-four years, lighting now on one point, now on another—on her aunts, her mother, her father, and at last her mind fixed upon her aunts and her father, and she tried to describe them as at this distance they appeared to her.They do mind if people die. Old spinsters are always doing things.
She reviewed their little journeys to and fro, to Walworth, to charwomen with bad legs, to meetings for this and that, their minute acts of charity and unselfishness which flowered punctually from a definite view of what they ought to do, their friendships,Tiffany Rings their tastes and habits; she saw all these things like grains of sand falling, falling through innumerable days, making an atmosphere and building up a solid mass, a background. Did he demand that she should describe that also? Why did he sit so near and keep his eye on her?
It seemed plain that she would never care for one person rather than another; she was evidently quite indifferent to him; they seemed to come very near, and then they were as far apart as ever again; and her gesture as she turned away had been oddly beautiful.One might account him a man of considerable passion and fitful energy, likely to be at the mercy of moods which had little relation to facts; at once tolerant and fastidious.He is led into telling lies—my idea, you see, is to show the gradual corruption of the soul—calls himself Tiffany Necklace the son of some great landed proprietor in Devonshire.
She reviewed their little journeys to and fro, to Walworth, to charwomen with bad legs, to meetings for this and that, their minute acts of charity and unselfishness which flowered punctually from a definite view of what they ought to do, their friendships,Tiffany Rings their tastes and habits; she saw all these things like grains of sand falling, falling through innumerable days, making an atmosphere and building up a solid mass, a background. Did he demand that she should describe that also? Why did he sit so near and keep his eye on her?
It seemed plain that she would never care for one person rather than another; she was evidently quite indifferent to him; they seemed to come very near, and then they were as far apart as ever again; and her gesture as she turned away had been oddly beautiful.One might account him a man of considerable passion and fitful energy, likely to be at the mercy of moods which had little relation to facts; at once tolerant and fastidious.He is led into telling lies—my idea, you see, is to show the gradual corruption of the soul—calls himself Tiffany Necklace the son of some great landed proprietor in Devonshire.
