Three WeeksDuffield, 1907 - 289 pages |
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Page 45 - Suddenly she sprang up, one of those fine movements of hers full of cat-like grace. "Paul," she said, "listen," and she spoke rather fast. "You are so young, so young — and I shall hurt you — probably. Won't you go now — while there is yet time? Away from Lucerne, back to Paris — even back to England. Anywhere away from me." She put her hand on his arm, and looked up into his eyes. And there were tears in hers. And now he saw that they were grey. He was moved as never yet in all his life....
Page 77 - ... also at full length — reclined the lady, garbed in some strange clinging garment of heavy purple crepe, its hem embroidered with gold, one white arm resting on the beast's head, her back supported by a pile of the velvet cushions, and a heap of rarely bound books at her side, while between her lips was a rose not redder than they — an almost scarlet rose.
Page 76 - A bright fire burnt in the grate, and some palest orchid-mauve silk curtains were drawn in the lady's room when Paul entered from the terrace. And loveliest sight of all, in front of the fire, stretched at full length, was his tiger — and on him — also at full length — reclined the lady, garbed in some strange clinging garment of heavy purple crepe, its hem embroidered with gold, one white arm resting on the beast's head, her back supported by a pile of the velvet...
Page 1 - The minds of some human beings are as moles, grubbing in the earth for worms. They have no eyes to see God's sky with the stars in it. To such my story will be but a sensual record of passion.
Page 165 - They were sitting on the tiger by now, and she undulated round and all over him, feeling his coat, and his face, and his hair, as a blind person might, till at last it seemed as if she were twined about him like a serpent.
Page 84 - Beautiful, savage Paul," she whispered. "Do you love me ? Tell me that ?" "Love you!" he said. "Good God! Love you ! Madly, and you know it, darling Queen." "Then," said the lady in a voice in which all the caresses of the world seemed melted, "then, sweet Paul, I shall teach you many things, and among them I shall teach you how — to — LIVE.
Page 45 - You are so young, so young — and I shall hurt you — probably. Won't you go now — while there is yet time? Away from Lucerne, back to Paris — even back to England. Anywhere away from me.' " Had Paul, at this juncture, slipped into his reefer and whistled for a fiacre, it might have saved both him and me considerable anguish, but Miss Glyn's royalties certainly would have been stricken with anemia. He therefore gallantly confides his heart into the lady's custody, snatches up an...
Page 78 - Ah that was good! My beautiful tiger!" And she gave a movement like a snake, of joy to feel its fur under her, while she stretched out her hands and caressed the creature where the hair turned white and black at the side, and was deep and soft. "Beautiful one! Beautiful one!
Page 198 - The whole place had been converted into a bower of roses. The walls were entirely covered with them. A great couch of deepest red ones was at one side, fixed in such masses as to be quite resisting and firm. From the roof chains of roses hung, concealing small lights — while from above the screen of lilac-bushes in full bloom the moon in all her glory mingled with the rose-shaded lamps and cast a glamour and unreality over the whole. . . . The dinner was laid on a table in the center, and the table...
Page 6 - I said, and fair and strong. He had been in the eleven at Eton and left Oxford with a record for all that should turn a beautiful Englishman into a perfect athlete. Books had not worried him much! The fit of a hunting-coat, the pace of a horse, were things of more importance, but he scraped through his "Smalls" and his "Mods," and was considered by his friends to be anything but a fool.