автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері The Forsyte Saga, Volume II. / Indian Summer of a Forsyte / In Chancery
A son—something to look forward to, something to make the rest of life worth while, something to leave himself to, some perpetuity of self.
the orthodoxy he had worn in the 'sixties, as he had worn side-whiskers out of sheer exuberance, had long dropped off, leaving him reverent before three things alone—beauty, upright conduct, and the sense of property; and the greatest of these now was beauty
the orthodoxy he had worn in the 'sixties, as he had worn side-whiskers out of sheer exuberance, had long dropped off, leaving him reverent before three things alone—beauty, upright conduct, and the sense of property; and the greatest of these now was beauty.
'One's never had enough. With a foot in the grave one'll want something, I shouldn't be surprised!
Always that wretched past! And he said with a sort of vexed finality:
Into such a world his father might be voyaging, for all resemblance it had to the world he had left. And Soames took refuge from it in wondering what painter could have done it justice.
was not his taste; but in its own substantial, lincrusta way it was the acme of comfort and security. And the night was so dark and windy; the grave so cold and lonely!
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