John Galsworthy

flower

"Take the flower from my breast, I pray thee,

respect you as a man of business; and you can't expect me to believe a word you say

Could a man own anything prettier than this dining-table with its deep tints, the starry, soft-petalled roses, the ruby-coloured glass, and quaint silver furnishing; could a man own anything prettier than the woman who sat at it?

Though he was 'the limit' he was yet her property, and for the life of her she could not but feel the poorer.

considerable knowledge of what he should not know, and no experience of what he ought to do.

She dresses even when she's alone

is cigarette smoke. Bismillah!

in London it's amusing to do nothing. But out there, of course, he'll simply get bored to death.

feel as if it were going to be my last, which is absurd, of course, by all the laws of Nature and morality.