Katherine Mansfield eBooks
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Bliss and Other Stories. E-book. Formato PDF Katherine Mansfield - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
There was not an inch of room for Lottie and Kezia in the buggy. When Pat swung them on top of the luggage they wobbled; the grandmother's lap was full and Linda Burnell could not possibly have held a lump of a child on hers for any distance. Isabel, very superior, was perched beside the new handy-man on the driver's seat. Hold-alls, bags and boxes were piled upon the floor. "These are absolute necessities that I will not let out of my sight for one instant," said Linda Burnell, her voice trembling with fatigue and excitement.Lottie and Kezia stood on the patch of lawn just inside the gate all ready for the fray in their coats with brass anchor buttons and little round caps with battleship ribbons. Hand in hand, they stared with round solemn eyes first at the absolute necessities and then at their mother."We shall simply have to leave them. That is all. We shall simply have to cast them off," said Linda Burnell.
In a German Pension. E-book. Formato PDF Katherine Mansfield - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
Bread soup was placed upon the table."Ah," said the Herr Rat, leaning upon the table as he peered into the tureen, "that is what I need. My 'magen' has not been in order for several days. Bread soup, and just the right consistency. I am a good cook myself" - he turned to me."How interesting," I said, attempting to infuse just the right amount of enthusiasm into my voice."Oh yes - when one is not married it is necessary. As for me, I have had all I wanted from women without marriage."
The Garden Party. E-book. Formato PDF Katherine Mansfield - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
Quiet had frightened them. Behind them an Old sheep-dog, his soaking paws covered with sand, ran along with his nose to the ground, but carelessly, as if thinking of something else. And then in the rocky gateway the shepherd himself appeared. He was a lean, upright Old man, in a frieze coat that was covered with a web Of tiny drops, velvet trousers tied under the knee, and a wide-awake with a folded blue handkerchief round the brim. One hand was crammed into his belt, the other grasped a beautifully smooth yellow stick. And as he walked, taking his time, he kept up a very soft light whistling, an airy, far-away ?uting that sounded mournful and tender. The old dog cut an ancient caper or two and then drew up sharp.