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"I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bo... | Mrs. Beaver | a table." "What's their dossier?"<|quote|>"I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I... | start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?"<|quote|>"I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on To... | really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten." "Send a telegram and remind them. It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?"<|quote|>"I used to see her quite a lot befor... | recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them." "Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the ot... | able to get you something in. I thought you were certain to be out." "Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet." (Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arr... | sat near his telephone most of the day, hoping to be rung up. Whenever it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour off in the middle of the morning. She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and ... | really cannot complain. The chief rooms were _completely_ gutted and everything was insured. Sylvia Newport knows the people. I must get on to them this morning before that ghoul Mrs Shutter snaps them up." Mrs Beaver stood with her back to the fire, eating her morning yoghourt. She held the carton close under her chin... | why he stayed there instead of setting up on his own, he sometimes said that he thought his mother liked having him there (in spite of her business she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week. His total income varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-f... | A Handful Of Dust | why he stayed there instead of setting up on his own, he sometimes said that he thought his mother liked having him there (in spite of her business she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week. His total income varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-f... | {
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"Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." | John Beaver | child at least, perhaps more."<|quote|>"Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone."</|quote|>"It's a great help. All | quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more."<|quote|>"Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone."</|quote|>"It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention | I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more."<|quote|>"Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about ... | to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. The... | with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them." "Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He ma... | rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunc... | true, my son." * * * * * John Beaver lived with his mother at the house in Sussex Gardens where they had moved after his father's death. There was little in it to suggest the austerely elegant interiors which Mrs Beaver planned for her customers. It was crowded with the unsaleable furniture of two larger houses, withou... | be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." ... | A Handful Of Dust | be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." ... | {
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"It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." | Mrs. Beaver | believe you know about everyone."<|quote|>"It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking."</|quote|>Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette | "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone."<|quote|>"It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking."</|quote|>Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to | bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone."<|quote|>"It's a great help. All a matt... | was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well... | party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them." "Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten." "Send a telegram and remind them. ... | given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't ... | lived with his mother at the house in Sussex Gardens where they had moved after his father's death. There was little in it to suggest the austerely elegant interiors which Mrs Beaver planned for her customers. It was crowded with the unsaleable furniture of two larger houses, without pretension to any period, least of ... | card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's." "But that's so expensive. I'm sure if we ask Chambers she'll be able to get you something in. I... | A Handful Of Dust | card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's." "But that's so expensive. I'm sure if we ask Chambers she'll be able to get you something in. I... | {
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Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to descend to the basement whe... | No speaker | attention while people are talking."<|quote|>Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs B... | All a matter of paying attention while people are talking."<|quote|>Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals betw... | in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking."<|quote|>Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette an... | be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea... | "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them." "Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten." "Send a telegram and remind them. It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. S... | hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round ... | after his father's death. There was little in it to suggest the austerely elegant interiors which Mrs Beaver planned for her customers. It was crowded with the unsaleable furniture of two larger houses, without pretension to any period, least of all to the present. The best pieces and those which had sentimental intere... | shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip. "What was your evening?" "Audrey rang u... | A Handful Of Dust | shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip. "What was your evening?" "Audrey rang u... | {
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"That's the way," | Mrs. Beaver | the crates like a man.<|quote|>"That's the way,"</|quote|>she said, "you are doing | shorter one who was handling the crates like a man.<|quote|>"That's the way,"</|quote|>she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon | to the basement where two dispirited girls were packing lampshades. It was cold down there in spite of a little oil stove, and the walls were always damp. The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man.<|quote|>"That's the way,"</|quote... | Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to descend to the basement where t... | mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it... | came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi... | the top of his chest of drawers the collection of sombre and bulky objects that had stood in his father's dressing-room; indestructible presents for his wedding and twenty-first birthday, ivory, brass bound, covered in pigskin, crested and gold mounted, suggestive of expensive Edwardian masculinity--racing flasks and h... | and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "W... | A Handful Of Dust | and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "W... | {
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she said, | No speaker | a man. "That's the way,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"you are doing very nicely, | was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you | where two dispirited girls were packing lampshades. It was cold down there in spite of a little oil stove, and the walls were always damp. The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"you... | cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to descend to the basement where two dispirited gi... | when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and qu... | at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive,... | his chest of drawers the collection of sombre and bulky objects that had stood in his father's dressing-room; indestructible presents for his wedding and twenty-first birthday, ivory, brass bound, covered in pigskin, crested and gold mounted, suggestive of expensive Edwardian masculinity--racing flasks and hunting flas... | we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. Wha... | A Handful Of Dust | we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. Wha... | {
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"you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." | Mrs. Beaver | "That's the way," she said,<|quote|>"you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting."</|quote|>"Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They | the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said,<|quote|>"you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting."</|quote|>"Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the | dispirited girls were packing lampshades. It was cold down there in spite of a little oil stove, and the walls were always damp. The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said,<|quote|>"you are doing very nic... | then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to descend to the basement where two dispirited girls were packi... | was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideo... | last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with a... | of drawers the collection of sombre and bulky objects that had stood in his father's dressing-room; indestructible presents for his wedding and twenty-first birthday, ivory, brass bound, covered in pigskin, crested and gold mounted, suggestive of expensive Edwardian masculinity--racing flasks and hunting flasks, cigar ... | before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five ... | A Handful Of Dust | before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five ... | {
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They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, | No speaker | interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver."<|quote|>They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and ... | you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver."<|quote|>They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his tel... | walls were always damp. The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver."<|quote|>They had better... | telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to descend to the basement where two dispirited girls were packing lampshades. It was cold down there in spite of a little oil stove, and the walls were always damp. The girls we... | prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about ev... | darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left ... | his wedding and twenty-first birthday, ivory, brass bound, covered in pigskin, crested and gold mounted, suggestive of expensive Edwardian masculinity--racing flasks and hunting flasks, cigar cases, tobacco jars, jockeys, elaborate meerschaum pipes, buttonhooks and hat brushes. There were four servants, all female and ... | evening?" "Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a ca... | A Handful Of Dust | evening?" "Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a ca... | {
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"Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." | Unknowable | rang and a voice said,<|quote|>"Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you."</|quote|>The intervening silence was full | beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said,<|quote|>"Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you."</|quote|>The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping | in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said,<|quote|>"Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir... | The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department ... | wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unkno... | had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them." "Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten... | there instead of setting up on his own, he sometimes said that he thought his mother liked having him there (in spite of her business she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week. His total income varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-five years old.... | It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?" "I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about... | A Handful Of Dust | It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?" "I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about... | {
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"I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." | John Beaver | think he was in Parliament."<|quote|>"I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies."</|quote|>"Yes, that's the name. You | with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament."<|quote|>"I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies."</|quote|>"Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know | her. Someone had chucked... "Oh, Mr Beaver, I _am_ so sorry to trouble you. I was wondering, could you _possibly_ tell me the name of the young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament."<|quote|>"I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies."</... | Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time together the evening before and he had been particularly successful with her. Someone had chucked...... | girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for ... | a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married... | the day, hoping to be rung up. Whenever it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour off in the middle of the morning. She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. B... | Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forg... | A Handful Of Dust | Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forg... | {
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"He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." | John Beaver | can find him, do you?"<|quote|>"He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there."</|quote|>"Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank | any chance know where I can find him, do you?"<|quote|>"He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there."</|quote|>"Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It | name of the young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?"<|quote|>"He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll ... | expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time together the evening before and he had been particularly successful with her. Someone had chucked... "Oh, Mr Beaver, I _am_ so sorry to trouble you. I was wondering, could you _possibly_ tell me the name of the young man you intro... | way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premium... | her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge an... | She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip. "What was your ev... | were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for a bit,... | A Handful Of Dust | were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for a bit,... | {
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After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade... | No speaker | see me some day. _Good_-bye."<|quote|>After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, de... | hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye."<|quote|>After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquit... | but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye."<|quote|>After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock ... | man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might ... | had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, "Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they... | seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American w... | was your evening?" "Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't ... | and the walls were always damp. The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better... | A Handful Of Dust | and the walls were always damp. The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better... | {
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"Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." | Jock Grant-Menzies | "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow."<|quote|>"Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love."</|quote|>"What's the form?" "Very quiet | "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow."<|quote|>"Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love."</|quote|>"What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" | decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow."<|quote|>"Are you now? Give Tony a... | on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The... | are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are y... | his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent ... | child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metrolan... | and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in the card-room without incurring scowls from older members. But now thes... | A Handful Of Dust | and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in the card-room without incurring scowls from older members. But now thes... | {
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"What's the form?" | John Beaver | Tony and Brenda my love."<|quote|>"What's the form?"</|quote|>"Very quiet and enjoyable." "No | to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love."<|quote|>"What's the form?"</|quote|>"Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing | here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love."<|quote|>"What's the form?"</|quo... | Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, ... | He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his ... | neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediate... | I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young ma... | you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye." After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond St... | A Handful Of Dust | you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye." After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond St... | {
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"Very quiet and enjoyable." | Jock Grant-Menzies | my love." "What's the form?"<|quote|>"Very quiet and enjoyable."</|quote|>"No paper games?" "Oh, no, | now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?"<|quote|>"Very quiet and enjoyable."</|quote|>"No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain | came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?"<|quote|>"Very quiet and enjoyab... | thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shill... | young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But... | set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It wa... | know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash fo... | home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye." After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat... | A Handful Of Dust | home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye." After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat... | {
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It was just after half-past one when he left Bratt's and walked at a good pace towards Hill Street. CHAPTER II ENGLISH GOTHIC [I] _Between the villages of Hetton and Compton Last lies the extensive park of Hetton Abbey. This, formerly one of the notable houses of the county, was entirely rebuilt in 1864 in the Gothic s... | No speaker | be a few minutes late?"<|quote|>It was just after half-past one when he left Bratt's and walked at a good pace towards Hill Street. CHAPTER II ENGLISH GOTHIC [I] _Between the villages of Hetton and Compton Last lies the extensive park of Hetton Abbey. This, formerly one of the notable houses of the county, was entirely... | to, but that I may be a few minutes late?"<|quote|>It was just after half-past one when he left Bratt's and walked at a good pace towards Hill Street. CHAPTER II ENGLISH GOTHIC [I] _Between the villages of Hetton and Compton Last lies the extensive park of Hetton Abbey. This, formerly one of the notable houses of the c... | and see if there was any message for him. "Mrs Tipping rang up a few minutes ago and asked whether you could come to luncheon with her to-day." "Will you ring her up and say that I shall be delighted to, but that I may be a few minutes late?"<|quote|>It was just after half-past one when he left Bratt's and walked at a ... | can't have liked that." "He nearly died of it. Know anything about pigs?" "No. Why." "Only that they keep writing to me about them from my constituency." * * * * * Beaver went downstairs but before going into the dining-room he told the porter to ring up his home and see if there was any message for him. "Mrs Tipping r... | the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?" Bea... | you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters... | one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always t... | boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it... | A Handful Of Dust | boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it... | {
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