“How can you eat that sawdust, Father?' she inquired, beginning on eggs and bacon and speaking cheerfully because it was a fine morning and only ten minutes past nine; and somehow, at the beginning of every new day, there was… — Stella Gibbons Copy Share Image
Surely she had endured enough for one evening without having to listen to intelligent conversation? — Stella Gibbons Copy Share Image
“Twice, in half an hour, Hetty had held up Miss Barlow's plans, and prevented her from moving as quickly as possible on to the… — Stella Gibbons Copy Share Image
“She could not be said to dislike Colonel Trumpet so much as not to notice he was there.” — Stella Gibbons Copy Share Image
“Flora sighed. It was curious that persons who lived what the novelists call a rich emotional life always seemed to be a bit slow… — Stella Gibbons Copy Share Image
“After another minute Reuben brought forth the following sentence: "I ha' scranleted two hundred furrows come five o'clock down i' the bute." It was… — Stella Gibbons Copy Share Image
That would be delightful,' agreed Flora, thinking how nasty and boring it would be. — Stella Gibbons Copy Share Image
“For it is a peculiarity of persons who lead rich, emotional lives, and who (as the saying is) live intensely and with a wild poetry, that they read all kind of meanings into comparatively simple actions, especially the actions of other people who do not live intensely and with a wild poetry. Thus you may find them weeping passionately on… — Stella Gibbons Copy Share
By god, DH Lawrence was right when he said there must be a dumb, dark, dull, bitter belly-tension between a man and a woman,… — Stella Gibbons Copy Share Image
The education bestowed on Flora Poste by her parents had been expensive, athletic and prolonged; and when they died within a few weeks of… — Stella Gibbons Copy Share Image
“Flora pressed Rennett’s hand graciously, and congratulated her upon her striking toilette, which had been borrowed from one of Mr Mybug’s girl friends who… — Stella Gibbons Copy Share Image
“He stood at the table facing Flora and blowing heavily on his tea and staring at her. Flora did not mind. It was quite… — Stella Gibbons Copy Share Image
