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A darker face

I would not deny what had happened to me under the Arthur tree, nor belittle it. His kiss had aroused a feeling in me I had never known or imagined. I could vouch for my...

All for nothing

The rain had gone, the dusk was calm, the sky glowing in the west, and I felt the need for fresh air after being cooped up all day in the house. And the need for...

The lady of the lake

‘The ruins of the castle further along the lake are twelfth century, but these are said to be the remains of an earlier structure. Roman, maybe.’ ‘Or the castle in which the Lady of the...

Friends in high places

We reached the gates, and Harry stopped to look back for a final view of the green sweep up to the grey and pink granite of the house. He gripped my arm. ‘It’s good to...

Jane and her brother(s)

Hilary Ford (as Sam Youd) was a passionate admirer of Jane Austen: in his own words, ‘My fondness for Jane Austen as a writer of fiction approaches the worshipful’. The central character of A Bride...

A low respectful whistle

Covertly I stole glances at Harry as he walked beside me, telling me the news from home. He was wearing a new suit, with long trousers, and looked very smart. He looked older, too, but...

A nightmare struggle

I had dreams. I could not recall later what they had been, but I knew they were nightmarish. There was fear in them, a fear which was the more powerful for being undefined. Then at...

Packed off to our beds

I had hoped that the sleeping draught he had proposed might be forgotten, or failing this that it would be sent up to the privacy of my room. No such relief was granted: Michael and...

The bloom of health

After dinner, while his three sons made up a whist table with Lady Bedivere, Sir Donald spoke to me. We sat together on the far side of the room from the card players, and were...