Winston Graham
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Showing posts with label 1700s. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 24, 2025
From Ross Poldark
"The old French clock on the carved pine chimney-piece, with its painted and gilt figures, like a courtesan from the days of Louis XIV, had been in the room all Verity's life. Its thin metallic bell had been announcing the hours for more than fifty yeats. When it was made Charles was a thin strip of a boy, not a breathless empurpled old man breaking up his daughter's romance. They had been together, child and clock, girl and clock, woman and clock, through illness and nightmare and fairy stories and daydreams, through all the monotony and the splendour of life."
Monday, September 22, 2025
From Ross Poldark
"she had a store of nervous energy, unavailable at ordinary times but able to serve her in sudden need. It was a fundamental reserve which a stronger person might never know."
"If death could come quietly and peacefully she would accept it, would sink into it as one sank into a bed only wanting sleep and self-forgetfulness."
Winston Graham
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