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Why do you dislike me?

As he bent his body beneath the jutting branch, Frank thought that that was another lesson well learned: never to expect common sense to carry the day against feelings. Patricia had flung herself down into...

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No one could make him move now

‘Perhaps I could point something out to you, Mr. Prentice.’ He had a dry tired voice. ‘The firm is only interested in the land if it meets certain requirements. If it should happen that it...

Happy old Harry

Long Lane was in great contrast to the busy Liverpool road from which it branched. It was narrow and not made up, a ribbon of mud and stone between walls, perhaps three feet high, constructed...

That’s that

‘We’re all here now. We can be off.’ His words emphasized rather than covered the gap; without Patricia’s thin restless figure, her untidy near-auburn hair, they were so obviously not all present. Patrick said nothing,...

Summer days

During that summer, Frank grew into being an integral member of the citizens. He was accepted in different ways by the different children – most enthusiastically by Diana, least by Patricia. Enthusiasm as such did...

Wolf psychology

‘I could have a word with Arnold, and get him to agree to have the whole thing quietly dropped. There shouldn’t be any difficulty about that. Or we can let it go through to the...

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Heave ho, me hearties!

He heard John’s voice, muffled: ‘Push off, Paddy,’ and Patrick’s more boisterous cry: ‘Heave ho, me hearties!’ There was the scrape of wood, and the voices diminishing. He waited for a couple of minutes, his...

The still deep running waters

‘Why pick me out to have overwhelming ambitions? What about yourself?’ She smiled. ‘What about John?’ ‘John’s ambitions are on the surface. He isn’t as complex as you are, darling.’ Frank took up the oars...

We could smash it up, probably

Patrick put down his brush. ‘Two weeks? We’ll have this work finished this afternoon. What are we going to wait for?’ ‘For you to do a little job,’ John told him. ‘How on earth do...

A reflective chameleon

‘Where you excel? It didn’t take me long to find out. I’ve never known anybody who learned things so quickly, with so little effort. I guessed it that first afternoon, over tea.’ ‘Yes, I was...