| Wessex Tales: Large Print Contributor(s): Hardy, Thomas (Author) |
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ISBN: ISBN-13: 9798671315974 Publisher: Independently Published OUR PRICE: $9.89 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: August 2020 * Not available - Not in print at this time * |
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| BISAC Categories: - Fiction | Short Stories (single Author) |
| Dewey: FIC |
| Physical Information: 0.4" H x 8.5" W x 11" (1 lbs) 190 pages |
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| Publisher Description: When William Marchmill had finished his inquiries for lodgings at a well-known wateringplace in Upper Wessex, he returned to the hotel to find his wife. She, with the children, hadrambled along the shore, and Marchmill followed in the direction indicated by the militarylooking hall-porter'By Jove, how far you've gone I am quite out of breath, ' Marchmill said, rather impatiently, when he came up with his wife, who was reading as she walked, the three children beingconsiderably further ahead with the nurse.Mrs. Marchmill started out of the reverie into which the book had thrown her. 'Yes, ' shesaid, 'you've been such a long time. I was tired of staying in that dreary hotel. But I amsorry if you have wanted me, Will?''Well, I have had trouble to suit myself. When you see the airy and comfortable roomsheard of, you find they are stuffy and uncomfortable. Will you come and see if what I'vefixed on will do? There is not much room, I am afraid; hut I can light on nothing better. Thetown is rather full.'The pair left the children and nurse to continue their ramble, and went back together.In age well-balanced, in personal appearance fairly matched, and in domestic requirementsconformable, in temper this couple differed, though even here they did not often clash, hebeing equable, if not lymphatic, and she decidedly nervous and sanguine. It was to theirtastes and fancies, those smallest, greatest particulars, that no common denominator couldbe applied. Marchmill considered his wife's likes and inclinations somewhat silly; sheconsidered his sordid and material. The husband's business was that of a gunmaker in athriving city northwards, and his soul was in that business always; the lady was bestcharacterized by that superannuated phrase of elegance 'a votary of the muse.' Animpressionable, palpitating creature was Ella, shrinking humanely from detailedknowledge of her husband's trade whenever she reflected that everything he manufacturedhad for its purpose the destruction of life. She could only recover her equanimity byassuring herself that some, at least, of his weapons were sooner or later used for theextermination of horrid vermin and animals almost as cruel to their inferiors in species ashuman beings were to thei |