Perhaps it had got colder
They went out again into the fog and this time, coming from the fire-warmed room, he felt the bleakness of the frost and the damp air striking through, as it seemed, to his very thoughts....
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Who comforts the comforter?
Lionel said: ‘I had hopes … you know … that the uniform, the glamour, might lift me a little towards her height. But it’s not a height, is it – in the sense we know....
Beyond thought and prudence
He went at last. Another waltz began and Rosemary smiled remotely at her, dancing past with a Robert vivacious again, the little flame leaping to a new conflagration. Behind her a voice said: ‘Ah, there...
Every dance after this with you
Robert said: ‘And I shall have every dance after this with you too.’ She looked at him curiously. The slack mouth was tightened into a quite unreal thinness, flesh wrinkled above the deep, close eyes....
Painting the world a little redder
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A good run!
He set Bucephalus to a gate, and felt the response of the horse with a delight that no response of woman had ever given him. Michael came up on his right, and with the excitement...
A damned good fox
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All a dream
The Paolinis and the van Beins went in the first gondola. Jessica, Bill, Rosemary and Michael were in the second, with the stooping, tattered figure of Harding at the oar. The two boats pushed away...
Bring back the Borgias!
Harding smiled, a grim and somehow impressive smile. Speaking almost for the first time, he said: ‘All Catholics are deceitful and treacherous and avaricious, but Catholic priests are the baneful, malignant fruit of that tortuous,...
A wonderful shot
Half-way up, the wide stairway turned back on itself, dividing to left and right. They heard feet clattering down the left-hand stair and he appeared suddenly, running down towards them. Michael noticed a clear, rosy...