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‘I’ve always wanted a child, too,’ Stephen said, softly. He saw the curtain of Rosemary’s face contract interrogatively, and thought despairingly of the communion of lovers. Perhaps with women it was impossible; and all the...
Mulready came over, swaying ponderously like a tight-rope-walking elephant. He threw forward a large white hand, like a tentacle, as Stephen began to rise. ‘Don’t disturb yourself, Mr Hallam,’ he protested. ‘I just hoped I...
During breakfast he thought a lot about the Irish question, rolling in his mind those balanced, sonorous phrases, framed in rhetoric, for which his writing was – even though only in a narrow circle –...
The strikers were coming out of the café, talking among themselves, orderly and purposeful. They went past Stephen and Harris, and the swarthy leader climbed on to the back of the bus. ‘All change,’ he...
Roger got up suddenly, startling him and disturbing his chain of thought. He began to walk down the garden path towards the sand-pit where Lance played silently. Stephen thought he detected a kind of baffled...
From the depth of his deck-chair, Norman Danvers said lazily: ‘You would never guess there was a child in this house. I don’t think I’ve known one so quiet.’ Rosemary said: ‘Lance is very self-sufficient.’...
Roger climbed the stairs slowly. As he reached the landing he saw that a door on the left was half open, so that he could see part of a cream wall and the end of...
‘In a way I’m sorry I gave you that telephone number,’ he said. ‘She’s a bit of a bitch, you know. And you were at an impressionable age when you knew her.’ ‘Who?’ Roger asked,...
Lance heard Gordon’s voice calling. He closed the car door. ‘I’ve got to be getting back,’ he said. ‘Good-bye.’ He ran back to Mummy and Gordon, who were getting ready to leave. As they all...
Gordon drove slowly at first through the crowded streets; down the station road to the promenade and then to the east. On their right the sea rolled in across the cloud-flecked sands, sinking further below...