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| cc3e061 | I don't know what stuff her gowns were made of, whether of stiff silk, or satin, or brocade, but they seemed to sweep the floor, and lift, and sweep again and whether it was the gown itself that floated, or she wearing it and moving forward with such grace, but the library, that had seemed dark and austere before she entered, would be suddenly alive. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| cb7bc49 | Roads? Who spoke of roads? We go by the moor and the hills, and tread granite and heather as the Druids did before us. | druids moors | Daphne du Maurier | |
| ca8f678 | So you see, when eat comes to one's own village, one's own doorstep, it isn't tragic and impersonal any longer. It's just an excuse to vomit private hatred. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 1d1133a | But the point is this, monsieur," explained the patron, "the reason why madame complains of you, is not because of the immorality in itself; but because, so she tells me, you make immorality delicious." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| c7d3120 | This, dear God, was his contribution to the universe. Take it or leave it. Not for Niall the joys of Paradise, perhaps; but at least not the pangs of Purgatory. A small place, possibly, outside the Golden Gates. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 735ae69 | The trouble is, the children have no imagination. They are sweet, and have carefree, honest eyes; but they have not any magic in their day. The magic has all gone... | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| e4a7971 | Mary's mother turned to her and said, "There's something of me gone in the grave with poor Nell, Mary. I don't know whether it's my faith or what it is, but my heart feels tired and I can't go on anymore." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| b28b73e | I'd be no use in a town," said Mary. "I've never known anything but this life by the river, and I don't want to. Going into Helston is town enough for me. I'm best here, with the few chickens that's left to us, and the green stuff in the garden, and the old pig, and a bit of a boat on the river. What would I do up to Bodmin with my Aunt Patience?" | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 8b14ea1 | I have asked your uncle, and he does not object, he says, if you are quiet-spoken and not a talker, and will give help when needed. He cannot give you money, or feed you for nothing, as you will understand. He will expect your help in the bar, in return for your board and lodging. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 986581e | Mary lost count of time and space; the miles might have been a hundred and the hour midnight, for ail she knew. She began to cling to the safety of the coach; at least it had some remnant of familiarity. She had known it since the early morning, and that was long ago. However great a nightmare was this eternal drive, there were at least the four close walls to protect her, the shabby leaking roof, and, within calling distance, the comfortab.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 991fcf8 | when speaking, Aunt Patience avoided her eyes, and the very fluency of her words was in itself suspicious. She spoke much as a child does who tells herself a story and has a talent for invention. It hurt Mary to see her act this part, and she longed for her to be done with it, or be silent, | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| c7b5590 | It was as though there was some latent power in his fingers which turned them from bludgeons into deft and cunning servants. Had he cut her a chunk of bread and hurled it at her she would not have minded so much; it would have been in keeping with what she had seen of him. But this sudden coming to grace, this quick and exquisite moving of his hands, was a swift and rather sinister revelation, sinister because it was unexpected and not true.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 8535563 | Answer: The Franchise Affair, by Josephine Tey. "Book 7--A middle-aged spinster takes a house in the country for the summer, a man is shot to death in the clubroom, and her niece and nephew seem to know more than they admit. Answer: The Circular Staircase, by Mary Roberts Rinehart. "Book 8--Three children try to solve a neighborhood murder while their mystery writer mom races to meet a deadline. Answer: Home Sweet Homicide, by Craig Rice. ".. | Carolyn G. Hart | ||
| 4e4ac9b | However demanding Pappy may have been, however tiring, however petulant, he was, in the true and deepest sense, her refuge. He shielded her from action. His was the cloak that covered her. She need not go out into the world, she need not struggle, need not face the things that other people face--because she looked after Pappy | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 749a1ed | Once a person gave his talent to the world, the world put a stamp upon it. The talent was not a personal possession anymore. It was something to be traded, bought, and sold. It fetched a high price, or a low one. It was kicked in the common market. Always, forever after, the possessor of the talent must keep a wary eye upon the purchaser. Therefore, if you were sensitive, if you were proud, you turned your back upon the market. You made exc.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 46bcc69 | For all the unpleasant suggestion that it conjured, it was the one room in the inn that had vitality, and was not morne and drear. The other rooms appeared neglected or unused; even the parlor by the entrance-porch had a solitary air, as though it were many months since an honest traveler had stepped upon the threshold and warmed his back before a glowing fire. The guest-rooms upstairs were in an even worse state of repair. One was used for.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| ad8a6a3 | However grim and hateful was this new country, however barren and untilled, with Jamaica Inn standing alone upon the hill as a buffer to the four winds, there was a challenge in the air that spurred Mary Yellan to adventure. It stung her, bringing color to her cheeks and a sparkle to her eyes; it played with her hair, blowing it about her face; and as she breathed deep she drew it through her nostrils and into her lungs, more quenching and .. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 5778214 | I don't know what stuff her gowns were made of, whether of stiff silk, or satin, or brocade, but they seemed to sweep the floor, and lift, and sweep again; and whether it was the gown itself that floated, or she wearing it and moving forward with such grace, but the library, that had seemed so dark and austere before she entered, would be suddenly alive. A new softness came to her by candlelight that was not with her in the day. [...] now, .. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 396a312 | I had left the land of fantasy, to her to enter into it. Two persons therefore could not share a dream. Except in darkness, as in make-believe. Each figure, then, a phantom. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 3230e58 | Mary shook her head. 'I've only seen the evil,' she said; 'I've only seen the suffering there's been, and the cruelty, and the pain. When my uncle came to Jamaica Inn he must have cast his shadow over the good things, and they died. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| bbe5ac0 | In the animal kingdom a freak was a thing of abhorrence, at once hunted and destroyed, or driven out into the wilderness. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| b7a4401 | A girl can't live alone, Mary, without she goes queer in the head, or comes to evil. It's either one or the other. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 18eee85 | There was no other sound except the husky wheezing of the clock in the hall and the sudden whirring note preparatory to the strike. It rang the hour - three o'clock - and then ticked on, choking and gasping like a dying man who cannot catch his breath. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 25ca2a5 | The man looked at her curiously. "Jamaica Inn?" he said. "What would you be doing at Jamaica Inn? That's no place for a girl. You must have made a mistake, surely." He stared at her hard, not believing her." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| e3b0a74 | The man would not commit himself. "I don't want to make trouble," he repeated, "and I don't know anything. It's only what people say. Respectable folk don't go to Jamaica anymore. That's all I know. In the old days we used to water the horses there, and feed them, and go in for a bit of a bite and drink. But we don't stop there anymore. We whip the horses past and wait for nothing, not till we get to Five Lanes, and then we don't bide long... | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 0129dab | She wondered if this was how a ship felt when the security of harbor was left behind. No vessel could feel more desolate than she did, not even if the wind thundered in the rigging and the sea licked her decks. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 3217838 | it seemed to her that never before had she known there was malevolence in solitude. The very coach, which all the day had rocked her like a cradle, now held a note of menace in its creaks and groans. The wind tore at the roof, and the showers of rain, increasing in violence now there was no shelter from the hills, spat against the windows with new venom. On either side of the road the country stretched interminably into space. No trees, no .. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 3e17b92 | No human being could live in this wasted country, thought Mary, and remain like other people; the very children would be born twisted, like the blackened shrubs of broom, bent by the force of a wind that never ceased, blow as it would from east and west, from north and south. Their minds would be twisted, too, their thoughts evil, dwelling as they must amid marshland and granite, harsh heather and crumbling stone. They would be born of stra.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 05cb4c8 | My brother Jem, damn him, he was the baby. Hanging onto mother's skirts when Matt and I were grown men. I never did see eye to eye with Jem. Too smart he is, too sharp with his tongue. Oh, they'll catch him in time and hang him, same as they did my father. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| ca64ca5 | Mary could see that her aunt was eager to speak of things unconnected with her present life; she seemed afraid of any questions, so Mary spared her, and plunged into a description of the last years at Helford, the strain of the bad times, and her mother's illness and death. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| e185165 | certainly she nodded from time to time, and pursed her lips, and shook her head, and uttered little ejaculations; but it seemed to Mary that years of fear and anxiety had taken away her powers of concentration, and that some underlying terror prevented her from giving her whole interest to any conversation. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 7908562 | cannot give an honest traveler a bed for the night? For what other purpose was it built? And how do you live, if you have no custom?" "We have custom," returned the woman sullenly. "I've told you that. There's men come in from the farms and outlying places. There are farms and cottages scattered over these moors for miles around, and folk come from there. There are evenings when the bar is full of them." "The driver on the coach yesterday t.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| cab6001 | There was some misunderstanding," she replied. "Your uncle bought it through a friend. Mr. Bassat did not know who Uncle Joss was until we were settled in, and then he was not very pleased." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 9be2f08 | As soon as his laughter died away the smile faded from Aunt Patience's face, and the strained, haunted expression returned again, the fixed, almost idiot stare that she wore habitually in the presence of her husband. Mary saw at once that the little freedom from care which her aunt had enjoyed during the past week was now no more, and she had again become the nervy, shattered creature of before. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 7496a2e | The thought of sleep now was impossible. She was too wide awake, too alive in every nerve, and although the dislike and fear of her uncle was as strong as ever within her, a growing interest and curiosity held the mastery. She understood something of his business now. What she had witnessed here tonight was smuggling on the grand scale. There was no doubt that Jamaica Inn was ideally situated for his purpose, and he must have bought it for .. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 54657c4 | I'll not show fear before Joss Merlyn or any man," she said, "and, to prove it, I will go down now, in the dark passage, and take a look at them in the bar, and if he kills me it will be my own fault." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 11abf4f | No, and no again," he said. "I tell you for the final time, I'll not be a party to it. I'll break with you now and forever, and put an end to the agreement. That's murder you'd have me do, Mr. Merlyn; there's no other name for it--it's common murder." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 7d58737 | No, I'm thinking of my conscience and of Almighty God; and though I'll face any man in a fair fight, and take punishment if need be, when it comes to the killing of innocent folk, and maybe women and children among them, that's going straight to hell, Joss Merlyn, and you know it as well as I do. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 2c04940 | the little happy trivialities of a normal happy life: gossip with the neighbours, and church on Sundays, and driving into market once a week; fruitpicking, and harvest-time. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| bfc87d0 | The English yokel is not at his best when he makes love. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 93f59f7 | existence itself is a long enough journey, without adding to the burden | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 8c37215 | No, it was done with and finished. Escape was a thing of yesterday. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 32d9c24 | La cuestion es que la vida hay que soportarla y vivirla. Lo complicado es como vivirla. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 707925d | Nosotros vamos a las guerras y a las batallas, senor Ashley, pero las mujeres tambien saben luchar. | Daphne du Maurier |