a flat housed a solitary bachelor, there was a curious desolation about it. The bachelor’s front door banged in the morning and again at night. All day long there was deadly stillness in that flat, that secret silence of “Occupied” emptiness, quite a different silence from “To Let”…
She had straight honey-coloured hair, pale eyes, puckered brow, pouting mouth, and a yell, a sheer, bad-tempered, angry yell which she used for no other reason than to make herself thoroughly unpleasant. Bodily she was a healthy child. Her family brought her to my house suddenly because the whole…
so young, so pretty, so charming! But when it came to a matter of shrewd bargaining, you couldn’t beat her. Her squeezing of the other fellow’s price was clever–she could have wrung juice from a raw quince. Her big husband was entirely dominated by his tall, slender wife; he…
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