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119 example sentences with  anonyma

119 example sentences with anonyma

Mrs. Gustus was known to her husband's family as Anonyma.

Anonyma never felt like this.

Your Hound, Russ, dreams of you plunging into the Serpentine after a Canadian Goose, with your topper floating behind you, or Anonyma with her tongue hanging out, scratching at a little mousehole in Piccadilly.

"There were warnings," said Anonyma.

"Not vermin unattended," Anonyma explained.

" "Before you came down to breakfast this morning, Kew," said Anonyma, "we had an idea.

There was something very cold-blooded about Anonyma's womanly charm.

"There is Russell's Christina doing nothing," compromised Anonyma.

Anonyma, behind the coffee-pot, was jotting down in a notebook the salient points in her outburst.

"First, that Anonyma doesn't really want to kiss the Spring; second, that I don't really want convalescent treatment; third, that Jay doesn't really want to be traced.

But then Nana never had liked Anonyma.

Nana was simple herself in an amateurish, unconscious sort of way, and I expect she disliked Anonyma's professional rivalry in the matter of simplicity.

It was perhaps good for them to have acquired such a very simple relation by marriage as Anonyma.

At home I talked about work, and Anonyma wrote about it, and Cousin Gustus shuddered at it.

Why can't we get rid of it all as Anonyma does?

"Then you're really telling lies to Anonyma when you write about it all?

"We will start on our quest to-morrow," said Anonyma.

Nobody in Anonyma's circle was ever allowed to forget that she spent four hours a week in the service of her country.

You would never guess how much insight into the souls of the poor, four hours a week can give to a person like Anonyma.

Anonyma's poor were always yearning, yearning to be understood and loved by a ministering upper class, yearning for light, for art, for self-expression, for novels by high-souled ladies.

The atmosphere of Anonyma's fiction was thick with yearning.

Anonyma always came home from her Work with what she called "word-vignettes" in her notebook.

Anonyma produced a vignette now, in order to show how necessary it was that she should hurry to her yearning flock.

It generally breaks my heart to hear a story spoilt, but with Anonyma's word-vignettes I did not mind, because they were told as true, and yet they did not ring true.

I must tell you that Anonyma had married into a family of accomplished white liars, and to them the ring of truth was as unmistakable as the dinner-bell.

"If I am going to work, I must go," said Anonyma.

Mr. Russell said a polite Good-bye to his Hound, and accompanied his friend Anonyma to the Underground.

"And are Anonyma and Kew going too?"

You must bear in mind that she had deliberately plucked him from the side of Anonyma.

I wonder where and why Anonyma picked him up."

Jay's reputation and Anonyma's dignity might yet be saved.

"I don't know where we are going," said Anonyma presently.

"I am she," replied Anonyma.

"It is a quest with a certain amount of romance in it," agreed Anonyma.

To admit that a young relation of Anonyma's should run away from her would be undignified.

"You never can tell," said Anonyma.

This is a very literary way of doing the hair, and the remembrance of the admirer, haunting Anonyma's waking thoughts, had inspired the change.

"Now pause, Anonyma," Kew warned her.

" "Consideration only unearths difficulties," laughed Anonyma.

Anonyma's umbrella, Kew's cane, and Mr. Russell's stick did all they could towards making peace, but the big dog seemed to have set itself the unkind task of mopping up a puddle with Mr. Russell's Hound.

"Is your dog much hurt?" asked the mistress of the house, and handed Anonyma a slate.

Anonyma scanned this unexpected gift nervously.

Anonyma noticed that her hair was apparently done in imitation of a pigeon's nest, also that many hooks at the back of her dress had lost their grip of the situation.

Mr. Russell was bathing his bleeding Hound in the basin, and Anonyma was at the window, ostentatiously drinking in the view.

Kew followed her, and Anonyma, after a moment's hesitation, went too.

Anonyma stood a few paces away, gazing at her vanilla-ice reflection in the pond.

It was in a sort of dream that Kew watched Anonyma go forward and take both the hands of the mother.

I don't think she had known that Anonyma was there.

I never get a chance when Anonyma is there, and when I return to France (which is likely to happen soon), I shan't find much chance to talk there.

Poor dear Anonyma, she meant all this recent gaiety as a reward to me for war work dutifully done.

A motor tour combined with Anonyma is tiring.

Look here, will you write the Family a letter giving it a few neat clues for Anonyma?

I am as a babe in the hands of Anonyma, and like a babe I promised her I would be back before dark.

Anonyma was observable as he walked from the station to the inn, craning extravagantly from the sitting-room window.

But Kew ought to have known Anonyma's disasters by experience.

"Wait till you meet her," said Anonyma.

"That is her ready sense of fun that you can hear," said Anonyma bitterly.

Anonyma led him away.

But the voice of Anonyma arrested him on his way to bed.

"Kew," said Anonyma, "I won't stand it.

Anonyma knocked on the bathroom door, and said, "Cousin Gustus's headache is still bad."

Anonyma never talked with us, though she occasionally 'Had a Good Talk.'

"That letter," said Anonyma, "ought to help us a bit.

"I'm very much afraid that I can't spare much more time for the motor tour," said Mr. Russell, and Anonyma was so anxious for the first signs of rescue that she actually let him speak.

"Wet or fine," added Anonyma.

It was hardly possible, by the way, that Anonyma could have loved the possessor of a rival notebook.

Anonyma said: "When I think of those old fairy-like German songs, I feel as if I had lost a bit of my heart and shall never find it again.

"I hate the Germans," began Mr. Russell, "because" "I'm going for a walk," said Anonyma.

But Anonyma went out in a mackintosh that gave her the "silhouette" of a Cossack, and a beautiful little tarpaulin sou'wester, and high boots, and a skirt short enough to give the boots every chance of advertisement.

Anonyma perpetuated in her notebook her opinion of Nature as an artist.

"It is much more delightful," Anonyma informed the sea, "to be intelligent than to be beautiful.

Anonyma kept her head.

Anonyma remembered that she had written in her notebook, a day or two before, an intimate description of the coast as seen from the Ring.

"I must keep even cooler than this," thought Anonyma.

On the main road, Anonyma turned and waited for him.

"I wanted to ask you what you were writing in that notebook?" Anonyma paused for a moment, as she decided what she ought to do.

," said Anonyma.

"Are you a German?" "Well, more or less," said Anonyma.

"After all, men are only minor gods," said Anonyma, "and War is what gods were born for.

Anonyma hoped that he still had no suspicions.

" "You don't seem to be absolutely cut out for your job," said Anonyma.

Anonyma sought through her mind to find something she could say in keeping with her part.

"Then what has happened?" asked Anonyma, standing suddenly still at the top of the main street of D. "Why did you want my notebook?" "Because I could plainly see you taking notes in it."

"This is where I was bringing you," said Anonyma, as their eyes fell simultaneously on the label over the door: "Sussex County Police."

"I didn't," said Anonyma.

"English?" said Anonyma.

I work for England," said Anonyma.

"You could not possibly be right," said Anonyma.

"Good-morning." Anonyma, on her return to the inn, was very generous with "word-vignettes" dealing with Nature.

"It would make a wonderful background to a short story," said Anonyma, and then she stopped rather abruptly.

Paul's...." Anonyma rose to the surface again.

Anonyma's notebook became very restless, and finally Mr. Russell was obliged to drive the Family to the point whither the sheep were bound.

"Isn't it terribly slavish, somehow?" said Anonyma.

"We will not go through Launceston," said Anonyma.

Anonyma would have been astonished to hear him say this.

"Do you know, by the way, that Anonyma always says 'Stay' to a 'bus, if she remembers in time not to say 'Hi, stop,' like a common person."

And in that case he said he could lie to Anonyma and your cousin vicariously through the War Office, which would write to them about Glory, and Duty, and

She heard herself and Kew in confidential chorus, saying those laboriously simple prayers that Anonyma used to teach them.

He said if he died Anonyma would write something very nice upon his memorial brass about a pure heart or everlasting life, and he thought you would smile a little at that.

ANTI-CLIMAX "It is well," sighed Anonyma, "that our little Jay has at last found Romance.