Phyllis Bottome eBooks

The Second Fiddle. E-book. Formato PDF Phyllis Bottome   -  Forgotten Books, 2017  - 

On the whole, Stella preferred the Cottage Dairy Company to the People's Restaurant. It was a shade more expensive, but if you ate less and liked it more, that was your own affair. You were waited on with more arrogance and less speed, but you made up for that artistically by an evasion of visible grossness.Stella had never gone very much further than a ham sandwich in either place. You knew where you were with a ham sandwich, and you could disguise it with mustard.On this occasion she took a cup of tea and made her meal an amalgamation. She hoped to leave work early, and she would have no time for tea. She was going to hear Chaliapine.

Windlestraws. E-book. Formato EPUB Phyllis Bottome   -  Librorium Editions, 2023  - 

Jean Arbuthnot stood on the steps of Claridge's Hotel, feeling uncomfortably small.She hadn't minded the mysterious Turk who had suggested himself as a pupil desiring to master the English language by travelling abroad with her. It wasn't poor Miss Pratt the agent's fault that foreigners were often fishy.A cool English manner and a History First had easily disposed of the Turk's olive complexion and melting chocolate eyes.Jean had simply looked along her nose and dropped ice into her voice and the thing was over. But Lady Margaret Hamilton, whose daughter was a leading society beauty, and who would be sure to know how much Jean's clothes had cost, would be a sterner ordeal.'She can't eat me,' Jean told herself doubtfully, feeling as she did so that cannibalism would be the lesser evil.'And if I've got to go back to Carrie, I've got to--I'd rather sleep in a barrel, of course. But Diogenes had a different sort of climate.'

Old Wine. E-book. Formato EPUB Phyllis Bottome   -  Librorium Editions, 2022  - 

The vast old room was like a field at dusk. Firelight flickered faintly at a great distance, making a pool of light on the intricate parquet floor. In this pool of light sat Otto Wolkenheimb, silent and motionless. At one of the five windows another silent and motionless figure stood gazing down on the grass-grown square.It was the Autumn of 1918, and to these two men of a crumbling Empire it was the end of the world. Their feelings were not those of men who are to be executed to-morrow; they were those of men who have been executed yesterday. Their world was gone.