She could notendure to see a donkey beaten or a
kitten drowned.
At one and the same time,therefore, society is
everything and society is nothing.
And when we are paid compliments, itbehoves us to
make some return.
Iwill write, she had said, what I enjoy writing;
and so had scratchedout twenty-six volumes. Now, she said when all was ready and
litthe silver sconces on either side of the mirror. Whether, then, Orlando was most
man or woman, it isdifficult to say and cannot now be decided. He came on Wednesday;
he came on Thursday; he came onFriday; and he came on Saturday.
Here she went to the window, and in spite ofthe
cold could not help unlatching it. Her eyes hadbeen used too long to savages and
nature not to be entranced by theseurban glories.
It was a mostbewildering and whirligig state of
mind to be in. Orlando, it seemed, had a faithof her own. Withinan hour of the
Archdukes departure, off she drove. Here, she thought, had been the great carnival.
Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath. He told her that he had
something like twentymillion ducats in a strong box at his castle.
Here, where the wavesslapped briskly, had stood the
Royal Pavilion.
She rode well and drove six horses at a gallop over
London Bridge. St Pauls, said Captain Bartolus, who stood by her side.
Such grave charges asthese would, of course, take
time and money to dispose of.
The heads of rebels had grinned on pikes at Temple
Bar.
I am alone, said Orlando, aloud since there was no
one to hear. She could notrestrain a cry as she saw it there tranquil and massive,
couched upon themeadows.
Toads are clammy things to conceal about ones
persona whole morning.
She began to detest the sight of sugar; flies made
her dizzy. Happily, he said,recovering slightly, there were no
witnesses.
They change our view ofthe world and the worlds
view of us. By my life, she exclaimed, this is a thousandtimes better than
Turkey.
She heard the snow slither and flop fromthe roof to
the ground. She resembled, as Orlando had thought before, nothing so muchas a
monstrous hare.
Change was incessant, and change perhaps would
never cease. Does he not keep as many maids and carriage horses as the rest? She
heard a fox bark in the woods, and the clutter of a pheasanttrailing through the
branches.
The difference between the sexes is, happily, one
ofgreat profundity. She heard the snow slither and flop fromthe roof to the
ground.
Suchwas the interest that the case excited in the
minds of the common people.