Цитаты из книги автора John Galsworthy To Let

Money was extraordinarily tight; and morality extraordinarily loose!

And she crinkled her nose, retrieving from the perfume of the riverside night that moment when his hand slipped between the mayflowers and her cheek.

straining after Jon, tenacious of his forbidden image, and the sound of his voice which was taboo.

soft obscure expressions of uncatalogued emotions from man and beast

Happy was Jack Cardigan who snored into Imogen's white shoulder, fit as a flea; or Timothy in his "mausoleum," too old for anything but baby's slumber.

She made a sensation in the drawing-room. Winifred thought it "Most amusing." Imogen was enraptured.

"Don't tell me," he said, "that you're foolish enough to have any feeling beyond caprice. That would be too much!" And he laughed.

It was an advance which had never yet failed, but it failed her now, and she augured the worst.

Fleur darted through the window into the morning room.

The click of billiard-balls came from the ingle-nook—Jack Cardigan, no doubt; a faint rustling, too, from an eucalyptus-tree, startling Southerner in this old English garden.