"Downstairs" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... and, walking in his socks in order not to be heard by anybody downstairs, drank all the water he could find in the dark. And he tasted the torments of jealousy, too. She would marry somebody else. His very soul writhed. The tenacity of that Feraud, the awful persistence of that imbecile ...
— A Set of Six • Joseph Conrad
... him—a world of shadows, of fickle dreams. He was like a little child, in his fright and grief; he called and called, and got no answer, and his cries of despair echoed through the house, making the women downstairs draw nearer to each other in fear. He was inconsolable, beside himself—the priest came and laid his hand upon his shoulder and whispered to him, but he heard not a sound. He was gone away himself, stumbling through ...
— The Jungle • Upton Sinclair
... how good it does seem not to be thrown about while dressing, as we were on the steamer! Do you know that I can't help stepping up high over the door-sills even yet!" laughed Betty, as they went downstairs together. "Mrs. Moore, the friend of mother's in whose care we came, you know, told me that I should probably feel the motion ...
— John and Betty's History Visit • Margaret Williamson
... Fan,—I am going to Thorverton to-day to stay till Thursday. Gardiner came downstairs on Sunday, and again yesterday, and is making very rapid strides towards perfect recovery. He even went out yesterday for a few minutes. So I don't mind leaving him in the least; and indeed he is going to Sidmouth himself, probably at the end of the week. I have ...
— Life of John Coleridge Patteson • Charlotte M. Yonge
... the chivalry in Martin came up and choked his anger and bitterness and untranslatable disappointment. He went out and shut the door and stumbled downstairs into the dark sitting room and stood there for a long time all among chaos and ruin. He loved her to adoration, and the spring was in his blood; and if she was young, she was not so young as all that; and where was her side of the bargain? And at last, through the riot and jumble of his ...
— Who Cares? • Cosmo Hamilton
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