Emma and I

My parents and Grahan came to see me on Saturday, and all of us were facing possibilities we couldn’t translate into adequate phrases.

“I bet you can’t wait untill Monday.”

“No, I can’t.” Emma & I, 141

“Do you want to go to the day room ?”

“We can goin there and listen to the radio ?” she said.

“No, I don’t think I want to go down there. Thanks all the same.”

Emma L&I, 143

“Well, the best of luck.”

“Thanks, Deirde,” I said.

“Can you manage ?”

“Yes, thanks.” Emma L&I, 138

We might give you some sight, we might not. Well, it wouldn’t it ? Anything would be better than what you have at the moment, don’t you agree ?

“Yes,” I said, “anything at all would be better than nothing. I’ve got nothing to lose.”

Emma L&I, 134

Oh. Congratulations. The same boyfriend, I hope. Emma & I, 68

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Galsworthy I, II, III

Your presence is requested at the funeral of Miss Ann Forsyte, in Highgate Cemetery, at noon of Oct. 1^st. Carriages will meet at “the Bower,” Bayswater Road at 10.45. No flowers by request. “R. S. V. P.”

I, p. 117.

233 I should say

236 I insist - ? +

243 please

336 I dare say

338 I wish - ?

341 forgive me – прохання

I, 169 wish

361 My love to you - ?

The idea of supposing that young cub Soames could give him advice.

I, p. 48

When told it was to be a tiled court with plants in the centre, he turned to Irene”.

“Waste this on plants ?” You take my advise and have a billiard here.”

(Galsworthy, I, p. 141).

“I am advising her,” he said shortly. Constative II, p. 83.

I am offering what few men would bring themselves to offer.

II, p. 115.

“Can’t the dead past bury its dead ?”

Jolyon rose.

“Certain things can never be buried.”

“I disagree,” said June.

III, p. 108.

“She’s only a first cousin once removed,” muttered Soames.

“And the daughter of your enemy.”

“What do you mean by that ?”

“I beg your pardon, dear; I thought he was.”

III, p. 111

What are you, Mr. Mont, if I may ask.

III, p. 73.

“Will it make you any happier,” she said suddenly, “if I promise you not to see him for say – the next six weeks ?”

III, 92.

I say I dare say p. 137

(III, 73 p. 109)

I must say – 125

I should say –200.

I admit ? nothing.

III, p. 140.

III, p. 134.

III

thanks, - p. 14, 16, 23, 24, 29, 50, 51, 117, 120, 152, 160, 172.

good-bay – 48, 63, 80, 107, 132, 146, 148.

swear – 114.

I leave to my niece Irene Forsyte, born Irene Heron, by which name she now goes, fifteen thousand pounds free of legacy duty.

I, p. 347.

“Irene,” he said, “let bygones be bygones. If I can, surely you might. Let’s begin again, as if nothing had been. Won’t you?” His voice was wistful, and his eyes, resting on her face, had in them a sort of supplication.

She, who was standing literally with her back against the wall, gave a little gulp, and that was all her answer. Soames went on:

“Can you really want to live all your days half dead in this little hole ? Come back to me, and I’ll give you all you want. You shall live your own life; I swear it.

II, p. 114.

I am taking this earliest opportunity of writing to tell you that I am prepared to let bygones be bygones if you will return to me at once. I beg you to do so. II, p. 126.

We defy you to bore us. II, p. 103.

“I beg your pardon for hearing,” he said. ( Jolly ). II, p. 153.

Thank you a million times for all your sweetness to me.

I, p. 360.

“Both living; it’s all right, I think.”

Soames stood quite still, covering his eyes.

“I congratulate you,” he heard doctor say: “It was touch and go.”

Soames let fall the hand which was covering his face.

“Thanks,” he said: “thanks very much.”

II, p. 247.

She dropped the letter, gase a little shiver, smiled and said: “Dirty!”

“I quite agree,” said Soames;

“Degrading. Is it true ?”

III, p, 140.

“Are you going to do what I say ?”

“I refuse to tell you.”

III, p. 140.

I admit nothing, but I am not going to be dead, Soames, at my age; so you had better be quite, I tell you.

I myself will make no scandal, now. Now, I am not saying any more whatever you do.

III, p. 141.

There shall be no more such letters, I promise you. That is enough.

III, p. 141.