Afterwards and Other StoriesHodder and Stoughton, 1898 - 465 sider |
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Side 20 - Two hours more and he'll be here,' and by that time she had your telegram in her hand. " When I came back the change had come, and she said, 'It's not God's will ; bring Bertie.' " So she kissed him, and said something to him, but we did not listen. After the nurse had carried him out — for he was weeping bitterly, poor little chap — she whispered to me to get a sheet of paper and sit down by her bedside. ... I think it would be better . . . very well, I will tell you all. "I wrote what she dictated...
Side 19 - My husband was so thoughtful.' " This is too much for you, I see ; it is simply torture. Wait till to-morrow. . . . " Well, if you insist. Expecting a letter . . . yes ... let me recollect. . . . No, I am not hiding anything, but you must not let this get upon your mind. "We would have deceived her, but she knew the hour of the Continental mails, and could detect the postman's ring.
Side 6 - Cam mia, cara mia, sang the sailors ; and his wife's face in its perfect refinement and sweet beauty suddenly replaced the Mediterranean. Had he belittled his wife, with her wealth of sacrifice and delicate nature, beside women in spectacles who wrote on the bondage of marriage, and leaders of fashion who could talk of everything from horse-racing to palmistry? He had only glanced at her last letter; now he read it carefully: — " The flowers were lovely, and it was so mindful of you to send them,...
Side 7 - I'm sure ; his cheeks were quite rosy to-day, for him. It was his birthday on Wednesday, and I gave him a little treat. The sun was shining brightly in the forenoon, and we had a walk in the Gardens, and made believe that it was Italy ! Then we went to Oxford Street, and Bertie chose a regiment of soldiers for his birthday present. He wished some guns so much that I allowed him to have them as a present from you. They only cost one-and-sixpence, and I thought you would like him to have something....
Side 3 - ... IAN MACLAREN. IE was sitting in a garden gazing on a vision of blue and listening to the song of the fishers as it floated across the bay. "You look so utterly satisfied," said his hostess, "that I know you are tasting the luxury of a contrast. The Riviera is charming in December; imagine London." As he smiled assent in the grateful laziness of a hardworked man, his mind was stung with the remembrance of a young wife, swathed in the dreary fog, who, above all things, loved the open air and the...
Side 18 - Reginald came back himself unasked today, because he remembered a restorative that might sustain the failing strength. She thanked him so sweetly that he was quite shaken ; the fact is, that both of us would soon have played the fool. But I ought not to trouble you with these trifles at this time, only as you wanted to know all. . . . " Yes, she understood what we thought before I spoke, and only asked when you would arrive. 'I want to say " Goodby,
Side 8 - ... he twice changed his carriage, once when an English party would not cease from badinage that mocked his ears, and again because a woman had brown eyes with her expression of dog-like faithfulness. The darkness of the night after that sunlit garden, and the monotonous...
Side 14 - Of course it will be a success, for you do everything well, and your wifie will be the proudest woman in London. " Sir Edward Trevor, MP I know it's foolish, but it's the foolishness of love, dear, so don't look cross ; you are everything to me, and no one loves you as I do.
Side 17 - But that is by the way, and these things are not my business. " From the beginning I was alarmed, and urged that you be sent for ; but she pledged me not to write ; you needed your holiday, she said, and it must not be darkened with anxiety. " She spoke every day about your devotion and unselfishness ; how you wished her to go with you, but she had to stay with the boy.
Side 10 - Guard, is this train never to start? We're half an hour late already." "Italian mail very heavy, sir; still bringing up bags; so many people at Riviera in winter, writing home to their friends." . . How cruel everyone is! He had not written for ten days. Something always happened, an engagement of pleasure. There was a half-finished letter; he had left it to join a Monte Carlo party. Had she been expecting that letter from post to post, calculating the hour of each delivery, identifying the postman's...