31 Stories by Thirty and One AuthorsErnest Rhys, Catharine Amy Dawson Scott D. Appleton, 1923 - Počet stran: 412 |
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Strana 25 - Those dear friends and that clear atmosphere seemed very sweet to me, very fine but remote. My grip was fixing now upon the world. I saw another door opening — the door of my career." He stared again into the fire. Its red light picked out a stubborn strength in his face for just one flickering moment, and then it vanished again. "Well," he said, and sighed, "I have served that career. I have done — much work, much hard work. But I have dreamt of the enchanted garden a thousand dreams, and seen...
Strana 38 - Whence art thou sent from us ? Whither thy goal ? How art thou rent from us, Thou that wert whole, As with severing of eyelids and eyes, as with sundering of body and soul...
Strana 44 - Thou shouldst die as he dies For whom none sheddeth tears; Filling thine eyes And fulfilling thine ears With the brilliance of battle, the bloom and the beauty, the splendour of spears.
Strana 26 - Twice I have been in love — I will not dwell on that — but once, as I went to someone who, I knew, doubted whether I dared to come, I took a short cut at a venture through an unfrequented road near Earl's Court, and so happened on a white wall and a familiar green door. 'Odd!' said I to myself, 'but I thought this place was on Campden Hill. It's the place I never could find somehow — like counting Stonehenge — the place of that queer daydream of mine.
Strana 24 - I never saw it again until I was seventeen. "It leapt upon me for the third time — as I was driving to Paddington on my way to Oxford and a scholarship. I had just one momentary glimpse. I was leaning over the apron of my hansom smoking a cigarette, and no doubt thinking myself no end of a man of the world, and suddenly there was the door, the wall, the dear sense of unforgettable and still attainable things. "We clattered by — I too taken by surprise to stop my cab until we were well past and...
Strana 400 - If you really were mad," said the young man, "you would think you must be sane. But certainly there seems to me to be something a little rum about this unseen gentleman. Two heads are better than one — I spare you allusions to any other organs — and really, if you would allow me, as a sturdy, practical man, to bring back the wedding-cake out of the window " Even as he spoke, there was a sort of steely shriek in the street outside, and a small motor, driven at devilish speed, shot up to the door...
Strana 16 - Well?' to me, and lifted me and kissed me, and put me down and led me by the hand, there was no amazement, but only an impression of delightful rightness, of being reminded of happy things that had in some strange way been overlooked. There were broad...
Strana 27 - I've had my talk with Gurker. We had been dining at Frobisher's, and the talk had become intimate between us. The question of my place in the reconstructed Ministry lay always just over the boundary of the discussion. Yes— yes. That's all settled. It needn't be talked about yet, but there's no reason to keep a secret from you . . . Yes —thanks! thanks! But let me tell you my story. "Then, on that night things were very much in the air. My position was a very delicate one. I was keenly anxious...
Strana 15 - ... and tins of enamel. He stood pretending to examine these things, and coveting, passionately desiring the green door. Then, he said, he had a gust of emotion. He made a run for it, lest hesitation should grip him again, he went plump with outstretched hand through the green door and let it slam behind him. And so, in a trice, he came into the garden that has haunted all his life.
Strana 13 - the interest goes out of him. He forgets you. He doesn't care a rap for you - under his very nose . . . ' Yet the interest was not always out of him, and when he was holding his attention to a thing Wallace could contrive to be an extremely successful man. His career, indeed, is set with successes. He left me behind him long ago; he soared up over my head, and cut a figure in the world that I couldn't cut - anyhow. He was still a year short of forty, and they say now that he would have been in office...