The Best British Short Stories of ...Edward Joseph O'Brien, John Cournos Houghton Mifflin Company., 1925 |
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Страница 246 - ... you know as well as we do that right, as the world goes, is only in question between equals in power, while the strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must.
Страница 241 - See the mind of beastly man, That hath so soone forgot the excellence Of his creation, when he life began, That now he chooseth with vile difference To be a beast, and lacke intelligence...
Страница 246 - Our country, however bounded!" he demands of us that we sacrifice the larger to the less, the higher to the lower, and that we yield to the imaginary claims of a few acres of soil our duty and privilege as liegemen of Truth. Our true country is bounded on the north and the south, on the east and the west, by Justice, and when she oversteps that invisible boundary-line by so much as a hair's-breadth, she ceases to be our mother, and chooses rather to be looked upon quasi noverca.
Страница 15 - ... Nevertheless she wrote to her friends in Glasgow promising to be with them by a stated date. Towards the evening of the following day, at a time when she was alone, a letter arrived addressed to herself. It was from a firm of solicitors in Cornhill inviting her to call upon them. A flame leaped up in Lally's heart: it might mean the offer of some work which would keep her in London after all ! If only it were so she would accept it on the spot, and Philip would have to be made to see the reasonability...
Страница 13 - And that was just like Lally, that was Lally all over, always : the gas, the nobs of sugar in his tea, the way she . . . and the, the . . . O dear, dear ! In their early life together, begun so abruptly and illicitly six months before, her simple hidden beauties had delighted him by their surprises; they had peered and shone brighter, had waned and recurred; she was less the one star in his universe than a faint galaxy. This room of theirs was a dingy room, very small but very high. A lanky gas tube...
Страница 237 - Here memory mocks the toil of genius. Christ Beam'd on that cross; and pattern fails me now. But whoso takes his cross, and follows Christ, Will pardon me for that I leave untold, When in the flecker'd dawning he shall spy The glitterance of Christ.
Страница xiii - ... them has survived both tests, the test of substance and the test of form. Stories included in this group are indicated in the yearbook index by two asterisks prefixed to the title. Finally, I have recorded the names of a small group of stories which possess, I believe...
Страница 13 - Lally knew his need, but why could not other people see it — those villainous editors! His own wants were so modest and he had a generous mind. "Phil," Lally said, seating herself at the table.
Страница 14 - I'm going away to Glasgow,' said she. 'Glasgow? He had heard things about Glasgow! Good heavens !' 'I've some friends there,' the girl went on steadily. She had got up and was sitting on the arm of his chair. 'I wrote to them last week. They can get me a job almost any when, and I can stay with them. They want me to go - they've sent the money for my fare. I think I shall have to go.
Страница 21 - " Yes'm." " There was no answer ? " " No'm." " All right." Fumbling in her bag, she added : " I think I've got a sixpence for you." Out in the street again she tremblingly chuckled to herself. " So that is what he is like, after all. Cruel and mean ! " He was going to let her go and keep the money in secret to himself ! How despicable ! Cruel and mean, cruel and mean. She hummed it to herself : " Cruel and mean, cruel and mean ! " It eased her tortured bosom. " Cruel and mean ! " And he was waiting...