The Three Sisters - Couverture souple

Sinclair, May

 
9781438534312: The Three Sisters

Synopsis

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: in Alice spoke next. . "What day of the month is it ?" "The thirtieth." Mary answered. "Then we've been here exactly five months to-day." "That's nothing," said Mary, "to the months and years we shall be here." "I can't think what possessed Papa to come and bury us all in this rotten place." "Can't you ?" Mary's eyes turned from their brooding. Her voice was very quiet, barely perceptible the significant stress. "Oh, if you mean it's me he wants to bury . You needn't rub that in." "I'm not rubbing it in." "You are. You're rubbing it in every time you look like that. That's the beastly part of it. Supposing he does want to get back on me, why should he go and punish you two ?" "If he thinks he's punishing me he's sold," said Gwenda. "He couldn't have stuck you in a rottener hole." Gwenda raised her head. "A hole ? Why, there's no end to it. You can go for miles and miles without meeting anybody, unless some darling mountain sheep gets up and looks at you. It's? it's a divine place, Ally." "Wait till you've been another five months in it. You'll be as sick as I am." "I don't think so. You haven't seen the moon get up over Greffington Edge. If you had?if you knew what this place was like, you wouldn't lie there grizzling. You wouldn't talk about punishing. You'd wonder what you'd done to be allowed to look at it?to live in it a day. Of course I'm not going to let on to Papa that I'm in love with it" Mary smiled again. "It's all very well for you," she said. "As long aa you've got a moor to walk on you're all right." "Yes. I'm all right," Gwenda said. Her head had sunk again and rested in the hollow of her arms. Her voice, muffled in her sleeve, came soft and thick. It died for drowsiness. In the extreme immobility and ...

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NoETH of east, in the bottom, where the road drops from the High Moor, is the village of Garth in Garthdale. It crouches there with a crook of the dale behind and before it, between half-shut doors of the west and south. Under the mystery and terror of its solitude it crouches, like a beaten thing, cowering from its topmost roof to the bowed back of its stone bridge. It is the last village up Garthdale; a handful of gray houses, old and small and humble. The high road casts them off and they turn their backs to it in their fear and huddle together, humbly, down by the beck. Their stone roofs and walls are naked and blackened by wind and rain as if fire had passed over them. They have the silence, the darkness and the secrecy of all ultimate habitations. North, where the high road begins to rise again, the Vicarage stands all alone. It turns its face toward the village, old and gray and humble as any house there, and looks on the road sideways, through the small shy window of its gable end. It has a strip of garden in front and on its farther side and a strip of orchard at the back. The garden slopes down to the churchyard, and a lane, leading to the pastures, runs between.
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Présentation de l'éditeur

It is the last village up Garthdale; a handful of gray houses old and small and humble. The high road casts them off and they turn their backs to it in their fear and huddle together humbly down by the beck. Their stone roofs and walls are naked and blackened by wind and rain as if fire had passed over them.

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