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Page 59 - ... detailed portrait of MarieLeonie, her daily routine and verbal meanderings, which always end on the theme with which she has begun. And, unusual for Ford, but engaging, are the monologues in dialect form, of the peasant Gunning and the cabinet-maker Cramp. Thus, the "country reaction" to Marie-Leonie: She was 'Er Ladyship, a good mark, a foreign Frenchy. That was bad. She was extraordinarily efficient about the house and garden and poultry-yard, a matter for mixed feelings. She was fair, not...
Page 281 - ... in effect, the dire but honorable curse of simply being what they are. Last night he had heard a rushing sound and had been "sensible of the presence of the Almighty walking upon the firmament." He is ready for death and sure of heaven. He hears the people in the garden as voices from the past. "Damn it all could they all be ghosts drifting before the wind?
Page 284 - How are we to live ? How are we ever to live ?" "Now I must speak," Mark said to himself. He said : "Did ye ever hear tell o' t' Yorkshireman. . . . On Mount Ara . . . Ara. . . ." He had not spoken for so long. His tongue appeared to fill his mouth ; his mouth to be twisted to one side. It was growing dark. He said : "Put your ear close to my mouth . . ." She cried out! He whispered : " 'Twos the mid o' the night and the barnies grat And the mither beneath the mould heard that.
Page vii - I set out on several enterprises — one of them being a considerable periodical publication of a Tory kind — and for many years I was accustomed, as it were, to ' set ' my mind by his comments on public or other affairs. He was, as I have elsewhere said, the English Tory — the last English Tory, omniscient, slightly contemptuous — and sentimental in his human contacts . . . And still I have only to say: 'Tell us what he would here have done!
Page v - But, that is to say, for your stern, contemptuous and almost virulent insistence on knowing 'what became of Tietjens' I never should have conducted this chronicle to the stage it has now reached.
Page 228 - in letting Groby Great Tree be cut down God was lifting the ban off the Tietjenses.' Then she has a vision of Father Consett. 'Up over the landscape, the hills, the sky, she felt the shadow of Father Consett, the arms extended as if on a gigantic cruciform — and then, above and behind that, an ... an August Will!
Page 284 - Twas the mid o' the night and the barnies grat And the mither beneath the mauld heard that." . . "An old song. My nurse sang it. ... Never thou let thy barnie weep for thy sharp tongue to thy goodman. ... A good man! . . . Groby Great Tree is down.
Page 22 - Her mind was in fact like a cupboard, stuffed, packed with the most incongruous materials, tools, vessels and debris. Once you opened the door you never knew what would tumble out or be followed by what." But most of the incongruous material serves for direct or indirect comment on the life or character of Christopher Tietjens. The arrangement and sequence of the interior monologues is carefully planned. Those belonging...
Page 270 - Damn it, I'm playing pimp to Tietjens of Groby — leaving my husband to you! . . ." Someone again sobbed. It occurred to Valentine that Christopher had left those prints at old Hunt's sale in a jar on the field. They had not wanted the jar. Then Christopher had told a dealer called Hudnut that he could have that jar and some others against a little carting service. ... He would be tired, when he got back, Christopher. But he would have to go to Hudnut's, Gunning could not be trusted. They must not...
Page vi - For in this world of ours," he says, "though lives may end, Affairs do not. Even though Tietjens and Valentine were dead the Affair that they set going would go rolling on down the generations.