"The nursery, which had been the home of Lady Emily's four children, was a large, sunny room made from several half-attic rooms thrown into one, with sloping ceilings in odd corners. It was filled with the accumulation of many years of children. A large dappled rocking horse with fiery nostrils stood in one corner."
Friday, June 29, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
"To sound the gong was, though he would have died than confess it, one of the great joys of Gudgeon's life. The soul of the artist, the poet, the soldier, the explorer, the mystic, which slumbered somewhere inside his tall and dignified presence, was released four times a day to empyrean heights unknown and unsuspected by his employers, [---] and his underlings."