E. Nesbit

E. Nesbit

Summary

Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit,  The Stolen Elephant (1908)

“ We must give what we can, must we not, dear child?”
Were you ever called “dear child” by anybody like Miss Knox? If so, you know. If not, you never can.
Of course I had to tell Madeline; her passionate Southern nature—you know she was born in India—caused her to burst into tears in the middle of the bazaar, before every one, and say she wished Miss Knox was dead. Fortunately this was unheard by any but people who had no right to send her home without her tea and say “Bed!”
Clifford calmed her by promising, on his honour, to get the elephant back.
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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit,  The Stolen Elephant (1908)

“ Dressing up for our parts had taken some time, and the walk through the snow had taken more, and the powdery woman and her friends were now at their early dinner. We could hear the rattle of plates and silver and people talking and laughing. Everything people say at dinner, when you are not there, always seems to be more amusing than the things they say when you are there. ”
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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit,  The Stolen Elephant (1908)

“ The thin, powdery lady, Clifford learned from the Dodds’ footman, was the one who had taken the Warings’ house for three months and turned it upside down, and she and her friends were going to have an early dinner, and motor up to London that very night. So what was an honourable boy to do?
Clifford tried to disentangle Martin from the sale of hatpins, and told him the fell truth. Madeline was clinging to him in a way Clifford would never have allowed at other times.
“Get out,” said Martin, “I’m busy.”
“Come out,” said Clifford in a dauntless whisper, “it is war. And no quarter.
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