Peniston

Examples

• And she is very poor--you know Mrs. Peniston cut her off with a small legacy, after giving her to understand that she was to have everything. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Mrs. Peniston, however, did not suffer from her niece's adaptability. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• The first two weeks after her return represented to Mrs. Peniston the domestic equivalent of a religious retreat. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Miss Stepney, in the beginning, had not meant to bring up this point; but Mrs. Peniston had only her own incredulity to blame. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Mrs. Peniston felt as if there had been a contagious illness in the house, and she was doomed to sit shivering among her contaminated furniture. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• She sighed to think what her mother's fierce energies would have accomplished, had they been coupled with Mrs. Peniston's resources. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• I don't know what you DO mean, said Mrs. Peniston, with a frightened quiver in her small fretful voice. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Lily found Mrs. Peniston in a state of agitation. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Mrs. Peniston delighted in discussing the minutest details of festivities in which she had not taken part. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Having corrected the irregularity, she seated herself on one of the glossy purple arm-chairs; Mrs. Peniston always sat on a chair, never in it. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• I've had a dreadful lesson, and if you'll help me out this time I promise you-- Mrs. Peniston raised her hand warningly. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• She saw that at all costs she must keep Mrs. Peniston's favour till, as Mrs. Bart would have phrased it, she could stand on her own legs. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Beyond this, Mrs. Peniston had not felt called upon to do anything for her charge: she had simply stood aside and let her take the field. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• She was in truth grateful for the refuge offered her: Mrs. Peniston's opulent interior was at least not externally dingy. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Mrs. Peniston again paused, but this time her scrutiny addressed itself, not to the furniture, but to her niece. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Mrs. Peniston examined her critically. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Mrs. Peniston thought the country lonely and trees damp, and cherished a vague fear of meeting a bull. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• When I do come, it's not to look at Mrs. Peniston's furniture. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Well, said Mrs. Peniston, what I complain of is that you haven't told me yet what IS being said. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Mrs. Peniston was a small plump woman, with a colourless skin lined with trivial wrinkles. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Mrs. Peniston wheeled round suddenly. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• It was agreeable to shock Mrs. Peniston, but not to shock her to the verge of anger. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Mrs. Peniston glanced at the clock, and swallowed a tablet of digitalis. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Mrs. Peniston's icy drawing-room grate shone with a forbidding lustre: the fire, like the lamps, was never lit except when there was company. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Mrs. Peniston's face clouded perceptibly, but did not express the astonishment her niece had expected. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• She was silent, and Lily was forced to continue: I have been foolish---- No doubt you have: extremely foolish, Mrs. Peniston interposed. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• For being hard up--and accepting attentions from men like Gus Trenor--and George Dorset---- Mrs. Peniston gave another cry. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Sometimes she thought it was because Mrs. Peniston had been too passive, and again she feared it was because she herself had not been passive enough. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Every one was surprised, but one and all concealed their surprise, lest Mrs. Peniston should be alarmed by it into reconsidering her decision. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• Mrs. Peniston disliked scenes, and her determination to avoid them had always led her to hold herself aloof from the details of Lily's life. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.

Typist: Zamenhof