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Latest Novels BEANSTALK Mrs. Henry Dudeney A charmingly told novel of Sussex. The theme is Motherhood, and all the emotional subtleties of the desire for children. PENDER AMONG THE RESIDENTS Forrest Reid This is an episode in the life of Rex Pender, who inherited and came to live at Ballycastle. It is the story of the curious spiritual experience which came to him there. It is in a sense a “ ghost story,” but it is told by an artist and a stylist. ‘“‘ The Residents,” moreover, are admirably contrasted, and in some cases deliciously humorously d…
1922 · PDF PAGE 70
… It was a white powder with a tendency to form little lumps rather like chalk. I rubbed it between my finger and thumb. I smelt it. That told me nothing. I ‘tasted it. That told me nothing, either, because the nerves of my tongue were entirely anezsthetised by the cocaine. But the investigation was a mere formality. I know now why I made it. It was the mere gesture of the male. I wanted to show off to Lou. I wished to impress upon her my importance as a man of science ; and all the time I knew, without being told, what it was. So did she. The l…
1922 · PDF PAGE 282
…uff if it does two precisely opposite things at the will of the taker.” oo, He spoke sarcastically. He refrained from telling me what he told me long afterwards, that the apparently contradictory properties that I was ascribing to it were really there, that it can be used by the expert to produce a number of effects, some of which seem at first sight mutually exclusive. ‘* Well, look here, Sir Peter,’”’ went on Lamus. ‘ You can’t have it both ways. You really ought to make up your mind as to the purpose of taking a dose.” I replied rather piteo…
1922 · PDF PAGE 383
… his characters. No one who read Mr. Arlen’s first book, A London Venture, or his delightful short stories, A Romantic Lady, needs to be told that he writes wittily and well.
1922 · PDF PAGE 136
…n the den, and of course we had left our watches at home. We got a little impatient. We couldn’t remember whether Feccles had or had not told us how long he was likely to be. The air of the room was stifling. The lowest vagabonds of Naples crowded the place. Some were jabbering like apes; some singing drunkenly to themselves ; some shame- lessly caressing ; some sunk in bestial stupor. Among the last was a burly brute who somehow fascinated our attention. We thought ourselves quite safe in speaking English ; and for all I know we were talking a…
1922 · PDF PAGE 374
…lish the Miracle of Incarnation. “‘ And I confess my life one, individual, and eternal, that was, and is, and is to come.” I have always told myself that I had not a spark of religious feeling, yet Basil once told me that the text “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom,” ought to be translated ‘‘ The wonderment at the forces of nature is the beginning of wisdom.” He claims that every one who is interested in science is necessarily religious, and that those who despise it and detest it are the real blasphemers.
1922 · PDF PAGE 113
… of a scoundrel. Every one said so. Why did he want to butt in? Nobody asked him to meddle. I said something of the sort to Lou, and she told him off very wittily. “You've saidit, Cockie,” she cried. ‘‘ He’s a meddler, and his nature is to be rotten before he’s ripe.” I remembered something of.the sort in Shakespeare. That was the best of Lou; she was brilliantly clever, but she never forced it down one’s throat. At the same time, as I said, the man stuck in my gizzard. It annoyed me so much that we took a lot more cocaine to get the taste out …
1922 · PDF PAGE 281
…ainers. The cottage stood well away from the road in grounds of its own. Two mighty yew trees stood one on either side of the gate. Lala told us that the place belonged to the Order of which King Lamus was the head, and that he occasionally sent people down here for certain parts of his training which could only be carried out in solitude and silence. A great longing came upon me to experience the subtle peace which indwelt this simple habitation. For some reason or other I felt a natural disinclination to take the dose of heroin which was offe…
1922 · PDF PAGE 354
…es in this manuscript of yours. I note you say that your squad commander, who didn’t become that without some power of dealing with men, told you that you were not a great flyer. How was it exactly that you came to take up flying?” That simple question induced a very surprising reaction. There was no reason why it should produce ’ the intense irritation that it did.- _ Basil noticed it, rubbed his hands together gleefully, and began to hum “ Tipperary.”’” His meaning was evident. He had drawn a bow in a venture; and it had pierced the King of I…
1922 · PDF PAGE 105
…ave it done at the consulate. “Why, of course, get a taxi,” I said; “ I'll be down in a minute.” He went downstairs. I ran in to Lou and told her that I had to go to the consul on business: I’d be back in an hour and we could do our shopping. We took a big sniff of snow and kissed good-bye as if I were starting on a three years’ expedition to the South Pole. Then I caught up my hat, gloves, and cane, and found my young man at the door. The drink and the air of Paris had given him a sense of his own dignity. Instead of waiting humbly for me to g…
1922 · PDF PAGE 237
… and when he saw that I wasn’t eating, it convinced him that I was in the plot against him. I tried to tell him this was all nonsense. I told him that I was not in any plot against him. It didn’t set his mind at ease. I had to tell him my great secret that I am the woman clothed with the sun in the Book of Revelations, and that he must protect me. I proved to him that this was the only explanation. The reason why he couldn’t live with me as my husband was that my angel had told me that I was going to bring the Messiah into the world. We went in…
1922 · PDF PAGE 179
…t pretend to have the kindness and gentleness which I used to have so much; which used to make people think me an amiable fool. Some one told me once that adjectives spoilt nouns in literature, and you can certainly cut out that one. She’s a good sort, all the same, poor flabby old thing. She only takes M., and only gets that in solution ready to inject. She saw I was all in, and gave me a dose in the thigh. It doesn’t touch the spot like H., but it stops the worst of the suffering. She never gets up till tea-time. I left her a fiver. She promi…
1922 · PDF PAGE 208
…one of those torture-traps, and he’d never get out. I knew what he wanted, of course; a little heroin would bring him round all right. I told him I had some. I had to tell him several times before he understood. When he did, the mere thought helped to restore him ; but there remained an ort of rage, and he told me to give it him, with a greedy snarl. If I had wanted to keep it from him, I shouldn't have let him know I had it. I brought him the stuff, sitting down by his side and lifting his head with one hand while I gave it to him on the back …
1922 · PDF PAGE 192
178 The Diary of a Drug Fiend Satirical, sneering stupidity—or is he a devil in- carnate, as Gretel told us he was? Does he gloat? I loathe the beast—and I thought—once—well, never mind! Peter took the letter. Anything, anything to distract the mind from its boredom! Yet we haven't the energy to do anything: we take whatever comes to us, and clutch at it feebly. “ It’s true,’’ said Cockie, to my amazement, “ and we've got to be able to ¢ell him we've won.”’ There was a long quarrel—as there is over every incident of any sort. That is natural, w…
1922 · PDF PAGE 387
…i The author calls this an “ old-fashioned story.” It does not concern itself with sex or any other problems, but is just a lively, well-told life of a very fascinating heroine who has plenty of adventures sentimental and otherwise.
1922 · PDF PAGE 170
… out of it! “‘ Olya,” too, reminds me of myself. I have a morbid wish to be an impossible monster of cruelty and wickedness. , Lamus had told me that long ago. He said it was the phantasm which summed up my longing to “ revert to type.” La nostalgie de la boue. Cockie lost all his dignity. He pleaded for just one sniff. We weren't really very bad, but the description of the thirst in that horrible poem had made us feel thirsty. “My dear man,” said Lamus very brutally. “ I’m not a dope peddler. You've come to the wrong shop.” Cockie’s head was d…
1922 · PDF PAGE 362
…nothing but the plainest common sense. Do you remember my asking you before tiffin what was your true will?” “Yes,” I said, “I do. And I told you then, and I tell you again now, that I haven’t the time to think about things like that.” “That fact,” he retorted, “was quite enough to assure me that you had discovered it.” ‘“‘ Look here,” I said, “ you’re a good sort and all that, but you are really a bit queer, and half the time I don’t know what you are driving at. Can’t you put it in plain English?” — “With all the pleasure in life,” he returne…
1922 · PDF PAGE 194
…ed, “ that will refresh my memory, in case we have any trouble in stopping. I'll show Mr. King Lamus what it means to be a Pendragon.” I told him about Mabel. And now a strange thing happened. Instead of being depressed, we felt a current of mysterious excitement, rippling at first, then raging and roaring in every nerve. It was as if the idea of her death exhilarated us. He took me in his arms for the first time in—is it weeks or months? His hot breath coiled like a snake about my ear, and thrilled my hair like an electric machine. With a stra…
1922 · PDF PAGE 276
…ala had only just returned, for she was taking off her furs as I woke. I had been covered with blankets. She came and took them off, and told me it was time to go and get my things from Greek Street and take them to the new rooms which she had engaged for us that morning. Lou, it seemed, was already there; and had fallen asleep again, said Lala, only a few minutes before she left. I could not help feeling a dislike for the way in which everything was being managed for me. I must have shown something of this in my manner. Lala, after bundling me…
1922 · PDF PAGE 172
…ered into a smile of intense amusement; and the girl at the desk shook her thin body as if she were being deliciously tickled. Intuition told me why. They had heard the argument before. a “Very cleverly put, Sir Peter. It would look well in a broad frame, very plain, of dark mahogany, over the mantelpiece, perhaps.” For some reason or other, the conversation was pulling us together. Though we had had no dope, we both felt very much better. Cockie fired his big gun.