And when April like an over-lustful lover leaped upon the lush flanks of the Downs there would be yet another child in the wretched hut down on Nettle Flitch Field, where Meriam housed the fruits of her shame. — 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
