tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post3029278786176442339..comments2024-03-25T09:03:39.020-07:00Comments on The Uncrushable Jersey Dress: The Huge Roses: Chapter Nine, part oneBetty Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16446092401692468002noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-42946379195024993582014-09-22T21:42:06.053-07:002014-09-22T21:42:06.053-07:00Thank you for using your research superpowers to f...Thank you for using your research superpowers to find these examples. <br /><br />Of course, when an Araminta snores, it's but a faint or delicate sigh, and quite endearing. No, not even as much as a single indelicate snort passes her lips, no matter how tired, disheartened, or unwell. There's probably a charm school for that.Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00193670918533265034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-32151143576499068002014-09-22T21:16:06.013-07:002014-09-22T21:16:06.013-07:00I appreciate that, but that great wax marker comes...I appreciate that, but that great wax marker comes with fond memories. I love my carmine red Berol China wax marker. Before there were computers to analyze patterns in satellite images, I spent many years using the red wax marker on acetate over images to analyze weather patterns, predict storm movement, and track hurricanes/typhoons. Acetate over maps was good for showing troop movements and plotting a course at sea, too. Good times.<br /><br />Catherine (a Betty van den Wasatch, and a former meteorologist USAF)Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00193670918533265034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-83078274323552271782014-09-22T13:23:20.942-07:002014-09-22T13:23:20.942-07:00You are right, Betty van den Wasatch, none of the ...You are right, Betty van den Wasatch, none of the heroes' snores resembles an air-conditioner.<br /><br /><b>Last April Fair</b><br /><i>Phyllidasat and looked at him, suspicious that he was only foxing again, but presently he snored, very faintly, but still a snore.</i><br /><br /><b>The Course of True Love</b><br /><i>She stood and looked at him, mulling over a number of things she intended to say, but was stopped from doing this by the quite genuine snore which, while not detracting in the least from his dignity, bore witness to the fact that he was sound asleep.</i><br /><br /><b>A Summer Idyll</b><br /><i>Afterwards George went to sleep, lying out on the smooth lawn, his firm mouth very slightly open and uttering the faintest of snores.</i><br /><br /><b>The Doubtful Marriage</b><br /> <i>He smiled. 'Consider the alternatives and think about it. I've had a difficult day; I'll take a nap while you weigh up the pros and cons.' He closed his eyes and there was no mistaking the fact that within a couple of minutes he was snoring very gently.</i><br /><br /><b>A Little Moonlight</b> <br /><i>A faint sound stopped her; Dr ter Feulen, his vast person stretched at ease in a leather armchair, his large feet, shod in the finest shoe leather, resting on a nearby coffee-table, was asleep and, without any loss of dignity, snoring gently. She stood and looked at him. He really was extremely good-looking, although now that she was able to study his face at her leisure, she could see that he was very tired.</i>Betty Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15517346001348814015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-21292259776782194802014-09-22T12:51:24.414-07:002014-09-22T12:51:24.414-07:00Next time I can lend you my (often used) little re...Next time I can lend you my (often used) little red pen. Betty von Susie had it for a while because it was being a bit of a pest but she returned it to me because I could not do without it.Betty Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15517346001348814015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-27921302570904361222014-09-21T22:16:42.958-07:002014-09-21T22:16:42.958-07:00Ack! They're (not their). My editor self is cr...Ack! They're (not their). My editor self is cringing and marking with a great red wax marker.Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00193670918533265034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-82083069436872520312014-09-21T22:14:20.931-07:002014-09-21T22:14:20.931-07:00I enjoyed the English nurse--so RDD and humble-ori...I enjoyed the English nurse--so RDD and humble-origins wife. Her description of their modest "cottage" in the Netherlands in contrast to Everard's family home as well as their restricted life in Africa should be a wedge in Tory's preconceived notions about her suitability as a wife for Max.<br /><br />Lots of Betty's doctors seem to be able to catnap at any time, but I don't recall any of them doing so with an air-conditioner-like snore. (I'll bet they never drool either.) I'm thinking swamp cooler...and their quite loud. Maybe the AC units in New England are of a gentler hum, eh? <br /><br />That Max--creating a list of good qualities for a future wife, all based on his happy moments with Tory. The man is clueless.<br /><br />Loving the story. Thank you so much for sharing.<br /><br />Catherine (a Betty van den Wasatch)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00193670918533265034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-16341286229405710822014-09-20T08:51:06.888-07:002014-09-20T08:51:06.888-07:00Thank you for the new installment. I found it toda...Thank you for the new installment. I found it today, after work, when, completely tired out, I came to my parents' home. My lunch was cooked (read: nuked) to perfection, I had already laid a tray. Delicious Vegetable <a href="http://books.google.co.uk/books?id=hcUCZRpeZwAC&pg=PT53&dq=lasagne+inauthor:neels+inauthor:betty&hl=en&sa=X&ei=zpwdVJqLKMuAywOWuYHwCA&ved=0CCUQuwUwAA#v=onepage&q=lasagne%20inauthor%3Aneels%20inauthor%3Abetty&f=false%22" rel="nofollow">Lasagne</a>. I was all set for an enjoyable read. Such a lovely long installment!<br /><br /><i>“Dr. Max is asleep, so I am quiet as a custard.” <br /><br />“Not my Max.” Tory’s protest was almost a whisper.<br /><br />[...] congratulated himself on resisting the urge to take Tory’s hand [...]<br /><br />“I may get you a cupcake frill for your head at Christmas,” Max said, and Tory broke into uncontrollable giggles again.</i><br /><br />Lovely! Can't wait to go on that safari!Betty Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15517346001348814015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931981138747432610.post-76203175176005213132014-09-20T05:50:57.316-07:002014-09-20T05:50:57.316-07:00I enjoyed the update and can hardly wait for Max t...I enjoyed the update and can hardly wait for Max to realize Tory is his ideal. Congratulating his himself on not holding her hand - nice touch.Shandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09454820406464748744noreply@blogger.com