“It’s gone!” he shouted. “The brandy!” said Prudie, lurching to her feet. “’Ere, who’s stolen it? ’Twas there an hour gone—” “Not all three kegs!” said Constable Vage, instantly alert. “Why we did oughter have heard them. They couldn’t move… — Winston Graham Copy Share Image
“Yet, although he could not quite work this out in simple terms in his own mind, the very savour of life, he thought, was… — Winston Graham Copy Share Image
When you bring an idealised relationship down to the level of an ordinary one it isn't necessarily the ordinary one that suffers'. — Winston Graham Copy Share Image
“It is hopeless for older people to tell younger ones – particularly their own children – that they have been through the same thing.… — Winston Graham Copy Share Image
Give me the comma of imperfect striving, thus to find zest in the immediate living. Ever the reaching but never the gaining, ever the… — Winston Graham Copy Share Image
“Tedn’t right. Tedn’t tidy. Tedn’t fair. Tedn’t clean. Tedn’t good enough.” — Winston Graham Copy Share Image
“he was deeply annoyed at having to leave the fair before he was drunk, a thing that had never happened to him since he… — Winston Graham Copy Share Image
“Perhaps,” said Demelza, trembling all over. “Perhaps I’d ought to have asked for an introduction seeing it’s so long since we met.” “I don’t… — Winston Graham Copy Share Image
“Give me some surety if you want to continue. It is not late yet.” Ross offered his gold watch, which had belonged to his… — Winston Graham Copy Share Image
“Not for the first time he was conscious of emotional lights and shades in his wife that could not be categorized, could not be… — Winston Graham Copy Share Image
“Sir Hugh squeezed her arm so often that Demelza began to wonder if the show was all a pretext for being with her in… — Winston Graham Copy Share Image
“All the conflicting feeling inside her suddenly found an outlet. The mixed motives for asking him in—the liking, the affection, the feminine curiosity, the… — Winston Graham Copy Share Image
“It’s gone!” he shouted. “The brandy!” said Prudie, lurching to her feet. “’Ere, who’s stolen it? ’Twas there an hour gone—” “Not all three… — Winston Graham Copy Share Image
