South Riding: An English Landscape
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insane to think that she could deceive him without loss. I’ve got to tell him. Maybe it’s too late, but I’ve got to tell him. Tell all. Confession. Almighty and most merciful Father, we have erred and strayed from Thy ways like lost sheep. Almighty and most merciful love. . . . The latch clicked. Its metallic sound had often infuriated Lily. She started at it, bracing herself for her ordeal of confession. She set the kettle carefully; she pulled herself carefully from her chair and started to
.” Lydia, having put the children to bed, sat on the step of the coach awaiting her parents. She had read till it was too dark to see, even by straining her eyes. The evening drained the fields of all their colour, leaving hedges and skyline, the broken edge of the cliff, the faint horizon of the quiet sea still visible, warm lead-colour against the liquid silver of the sky. The moon had risen, but in the north hung tattered streamers of a fading sunset. Bats flitted. “Flying between the cold
Maythorpe a reputation for popularity. It was, she decided afterwards, only a physical accident, a trick of bone and muscle, a flash of white teeth, a widening of long-lashed eyes; but it had its effect. “Why, it’s Miss Burton!” cried Midge, pulling up short. “Oh, Daddy. You know Miss Burton, don’t you? This is my father, Mr. Carne, Miss Burton,” she added in her grown-up Miss Carne-of-Maythorpe manner. “How do you do, Mr. Carne?” said Sarah politely. “We met once before, I think—at a
what should we have to pay her, Mrs. Beddows? Dad and me’s putting weekly into the Christmas club and boot fund, and burial, and if we had to put down 6d. or so for a nurse as well, we’d have to drop one of ’em, and burial would go. And I know what that means. We’ve been owing ever since we lost our Benny, because we’d no insurance and to pay money down. You may say it’s like sacrificing the living to the dead, but what I say is—you never need get ill, but you’re bound to die some day. . . .
management of the universe. How d’you know Holly would let you do this?” “He would. He’s the kind of little man who’d take whatever came his way.” “But you can’t make exceptions—I don’t think for a moment the governors would agree to it. Why a boarder, anyway?” “Because otherwise she’d be spending all the time she should be doing home-work bathing babies.” “I wonder how many others of your girls bath babies and help their mothers to run boarding houses?” “That doesn’t make it right. The