“not the old trees, not even the old memories. Clustering traditions had fled in the white blaze of electricity; the quaint brick walks, with their rich colour in the sunlight, were beginning to disappear beneath the expressionless mask of concrete.… — Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow Copy Share
“not the old trees, not even the old memories. Clustering traditions had fled in the white blaze of electricity; the quaint brick walks, with their rich colour in the sunlight, were beginning to disappear beneath the expressionless mask of concrete. It was all changed since his father's or his grandfather's day; it was all obvious and cheap, he thought; it… — Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow Copy Share
“Though he was only twenty-six, he felt that he had watched the decay and dissolution of a hundred years. Nothing of the past remained… — Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow Copy Share Image
