The Works of Thomas Hardy in Prose and Verse Volume 11

The Works of Thomas Hardy in Prose and Verse Volume 11

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ... and he had told none but absolutely true stories of foreign parts to the neighbouring villagers when they saluted and clustered about him, as usual, for anything he chose to pour forth--except that story of the whale whose eye was about as large as the round pond in Derriman's ewe-lease--which was like tempting fate to set a seal for ever upon his tongue as a traveller. AD this enervation, mental and physical, had been produced by Matilda's departure. He also considered what he had lost of the rational amusements of manhood during these unfortunate days. He might have gone to the neighbouring fashionable resort every afternoon, stood before Gloucester Lodge till the King and Queen came out, held his hat in his hand, and enjoyed their Majesties' smiles at his homage all for nothing--watched the picket-mounting, heard the different bands strike up, observed the staff; and, above all, have seen the pretty town girls go trip-trip-trip along the esplanade, deliberately fixing their innocent eyes on the distant sea, the grey cliffs, and the sky, and accidentally on the soldiers and himself. 'I'll raze out her image, ' he said. 'She shall make a fool of me no more.' And his resolve resulted in conduct which had elements of real greatness. He went back to his father, whom he found in the mill-loft. 'Tis true, father, what you say, ' he observed: 'my brains will turn to bilge-water if I think of her much longer. By the oath of a--navigator, I wish I could sigh less and laugh more! She's gone--why can't I let her go, and be happy? But how begin?' 'Take it careless, my son, ' said the miller, 'and lay yourself out to enjoy snacks and cordials.' 'Ah--that's a thought!' said Bob. 'Baccy is good for't. So is sperrits. Though I don't advise thee to drink...
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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 213g
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 123686316X
  • 9781236863164