Wreckage: Seven StudiesCassell Publishing Company, 1894 - 232 pagina's |
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Pagina 220 - ... on his way to the City. Yet it was several days before she saw him. When he went by in the morning, she was seldom out of bed, and when he came back in the evening, she was generally drunk. But once she woke early, and looked out through the grimy window-pane. There he was! She could see his back, as he hurried away down the street. But there was no mistaking the narrow, sloping shoulders, the jerky, nervous gait, with the head thrust forward. She even remembered the black overcoat; he had bought...
Pagina 160 - Jonathan clear-cut and living, to Richard halfeffaced by time. And each remembered that she had belonged to the other, and, at that moment, they felt instinctively drawn together : each was conscious of a craving to talk about her, to hear the other mention her name. All this was keener with Jonathan, hence it was he who began : u Richard, she was a grand woman.
Pagina 229 - Sometimes, he could only give her a copper or two, sometimes half a crown, sometimes — on Saturdays — gold. He scarcely ever spoke to her, and seemed relieved when she left him on the doorstep. Once she spoke of coming up. 'Tomorrow is Saturday,' he said in a hurried voice. She understood, and went away. At the end of a fortnight, he was unable to pay his weekly bill. This was the first time since he had lodged there, and the thought gnawed him night and day. His landlady said nothing but, when...
Pagina 219 - ... her skirt trailed in the mud. She was quite wet, for she had no umbrella. Underneath his window she stopped, and for a moment she stood in the doorway out of the rain. During that moment, the thoughts of the man in the little bedroom above, sitting staring into the empty grate, and the thoughts of the bedraggled figure in the doorway below, went out towards each other. She could only think in a foggy sort of way, for she had already had a drink or two. There were many things which were blurred;...
Pagina 99 - And as time went on the thought of death began to haunt him till it became a constant obsession, in the daytime, fascinated by it, he would lay down his pen and sit brooding on it ; at night, he would lie tossing feverishly from side to side, with the blackness that was awaiting ever before him. And with the sickly light of the early morning, there met him the early relief of having dragged on one day nearer the end. IX " Don't go out this evening. I ask you to stay in to dinner. I have...
Pagina 217 - Narrower 167 and narrower had become the groove in which his life ran, and now each day was a counterpart of the preceding one. But to-night, when the servant girl had taken away the halffinished leg of mutton, he turned round his chair and stared into the empty grate. February 18th, said the almanack on the wall opposite. February 18th, the day on which she had gone. With a yearning, dull and immense, like the yearning for home of the solitary traveller, he was thinking of his married...
Pagina 113 - IN a low, roomy armchair, puffing gently at a longstemmed pipe, Vivian Marston was listening to the wail of the wind as it swept fitfully down the street, complacently pitying the wretches who, cut by its blast, were shivering outside, this bleak November evening. Slowly his eyes travelled round the luxuriously furnished room, every detail of which reminded him of his own cosiness, and he became conscious of a vague glow of internal satisfaction. Resting his feet on the fender-bar, he began to think...
Pagina 229 - The next three days passed, and she never appeared. Back his life dropped into the old groove, till it all seemed like a bad dream, and sometimes he wondered whether it had really happened. Then she met him again, with the same maudlin tears. He gave her a sovereign, for that morning he had received his salary. After this she took to waylaying him almost every evening. Sometimes, he could only give her a copper or two, sometimes half a crown, sometimes — on Saturdays — gold. He scarcely ever...
Pagina 6 - ... in terms of abuse, she never mentioned his name. She was a thin, sharp-boned, little woman, with red lids to her greenish-coloured eyes, a long, aquiline nose and a pointed chin. When she spoke to Lilly of her father, there came into her voice a curious, rasping intonation. Aunt Lisbet drank; chiefly brandy, and her drunkenness took the form of fits of ungovernable passion. These outbursts were almost always directed against Lilly; not that Aunt Lisbet had any particular personal animosity towards...
Pagina 223 - Next he recognised her. She did not know that he had done so, for he did not start, nor make any sound. Only first his features, then his whole body stiffened, till he stood as if petrified. " Don't you know me Frank?" she stuttered There was no reply, and it dawned upon her that he did. "What are you looking so scared at? One would think you'd never seen me before," she continued with a sickly smile.