Category: Hilary Ford

bleak-land, bleaker-sea, guernsey, west-coast

Bleak land and bleaker sea

The lane joined again onto a wider road, and they drove through a broader flatter valley which at last brought them once more in sight of the sea. But this was the western coast; it...

No, cousin …

‘No, cousin …’ The denial, she realized, could apply either to his last sentence or to what she knew would follow. Which had she meant herself? She was not quite sure. She tried again to...

rags-to-riches blind-fortune money-or-love

I have no thought of being rich

‘Beauty such as yours, my dear Sarnia, has power. But none of these is one tenth as powerful as money. The evidence is undeniable.’ ‘But I deny it. Money only has power insofar as men...

The train departs

The guard’s whistle was blown and the engine chuffed into life. The train moved out of the station’s gloom into the brighter ambience of the city’s dusk. Overhead the sky was deep, almost violet blue;...

All men have their faults

She spoke confidingly to Sarnia. ‘I suppose all men have their faults, but I would rather have extravagance than meanness.’ ‘I perfectly agree,’ Sarnia said. ‘Meanness and coldness – they are much the same thing...

Departure time

The evening of a clear summer day was darkening when the carriage conveyed them into Vauxhall station. The gas jets flared high up but were little needed still; even under the shadow of the platform...

A prodigious amount of walking

‘We seem to do a prodigious amount of walking in London,’ he observed. ‘Do you not walk much in Guernsey, then?’ Sarnia asked. ‘That we do,’ he chuckled. ‘And climb as well. Our town is...

A Bride for Bedivere

‘I cried the day my father died; but from joy.’

Jane’s father had been nothing but a bully. His accidental death at the dockyard where he worked might have left the family in penury but it had also freed them from his drunken rages. He was scarcely cold in his grave, though, when another tyrant …

Sarnia

Life holds no prospect of luxury or excitement after Sarnia’s beloved mother dies: potential suitors vanish into thin air once they realise that marriage to the orphan will never bring a dowry. Yet her post as a lady clerk in a London banking house keeps the wolf from the door …